(Alternate title: THAT'S SO EZRA PART FOUR HUNDRED AND TWELVE)
We had a wee bit of drama yesterday morning when I told Ezra that it was too cold to wear his dinosaur raincoat. He could wear his dinosaur rainboots, yes, but he really needed to wear his winter coat.
"But I won't match!" he wailed, and then glared at me when I attempted to point out that look! Your winter coat has some blue on it! Your boots are blue! They totally match!
"Thats. The. WRONG. BLUE," he explained, through tiny clenched teeth, as patiently as he possibly could.
He had a point. They were very different shades of blue. Also: NO DINOSAURS.
He eventually did agree to wear his winter coat — a change of heart that, in retrospect, should have tipped me off to a plot of some kind — and I got him to school on time and dressed appropriately.
When I picked him up later, however, I noticed...something.
When I wasn't looking, he'd shoved the raincoat into his backpack. And was now rocking a jaunty layered look.
You know what? It works.
And he knows it. Very sassy move there, Zah.