For his birthday, Ezra asked for exactly four things:
1) A chocolate cake with chocolate icing.
2) A Lord Business LEGO set.
3) A very specific Transformer that oh God I hope I bought the correct one THEY ALL LOOK ALIKE.
4) A party dress for Bloon.
So we took a recent scouting trip to a Big Box Toy Store — the POINT of which was to figure out exactly which Transformer he was talking about, which I completely blanked on while scrolling through Amazon because THEY ALL LOOK ALIKE and there are fourteen million variations of the same robot and now I'm utterly amazed at my parents' ability to always get me the exact pose of Strawberry Shortcake I had my heart set on.
"The Strawberry Shortcake with the watering can! The GREEN watering can. And not the BENDING DOWN one. The STANDING UP one."
While we were there, I figured Ezra might want to have a say in Bloon's party dress selection as well, so after some disoriented wandering around in search of the doll aisle, I asked an employee where we might find doll clothes.
"Like for [DOLL BRAND I'VE NEVER HEARD OF]?" he asked.
"Um, I dunno," I answered. "It's for his bear. I don't know what brand will fit, so is there just an aisle we could look at?"
"All we really have is [DOLL BRAND I'VE NEVER HEARD OF], but it's, you know. For girls."
"Well," I bristled, hoping that Ezra didn't hear that, because NOPE. "His bear is a girl."
"Oh, okay," he laughed and started walking away. We trailed after him, until I realized he was just walking towards the employees-only area of the store.
I asked again where we might find those doll clothes, please. He looked surprised, then gave us the aisle number and general direction.
It turned out that the clothing for [DOLL BRAND I'VE NEVER HEARD OF] was perfectly Bloon sized. Ezra very seriously considered each option, pointedly turning down anything blue or gender neutral.
"That's not beautiful enough," he explained.
He chose this.
Isn't she beautiful?
Just like Ezra, my beautiful, amazing boy. He's Transformers and Plastic Battle Droidpod Whatevers and Dirt and Defiance and Stubbornness and the most loving, gentle, and nurturing little person I have every had the honor to meet.
I started his birthday video the usual way, set to some song that he loves or was just the right blend of sappy/peppy, before realizing that...no. He doesn't need a soundtrack anymore. The one he provides — his singing, dancing, talking — is a better representation of life with Ezra this year than any old rapid-fire clip montage ever could.
Happy birthday to the Mightiest of Zahs.