Look, so I can only half-pretend to know what a Justin Bieber is (and that one-half is all thanks to Miss Banshee's helpful field guide), but I am pretty sure that he has the same haircut as my 20-month old:
*here's where I would insert some lyric from a Justin Bieber song if I knew any, so instead let's pretend he sings stuff like "ooh ohh baby I got your Cheerios right here" or something*
There's a little girl in our neighborhood who likes chasing Ezra around and kissing him once she catches him. It must be the hair.
Or the eyelashes.
Or the stink-eye. You know, if she's Team Edward or some such shit. She did bite him that one time, now that I think about it.
We taught him "raise the roof" awhile back and that's since morphed into...some kind of unfortunate-looking arm-flapping thing, but he can shake a mean booty. He loves Lady Gaga, Spoon and those God-awful picture books with the buttons that correspond with icons in the story and I GUESS the idea is to have kids follow along and press the right button at the right time but instead they just sit there hitting that one DOOP DOOP DEE DEE DOOP DOOP button over and over and over again God save us all from the MIDI-fied earworms. Everything else in the world is a drum. You just have to find a stick. Or a shoe. Or your hands. Or somebody else's hands. Or...you get the idea. HE IS JUST DRAWN TO THE RHYTHM.