Ezra is mad.  And happy.  And distracted.  And he wants to know if his Uncle knows about second poop. And he wants to know if he can use my pillow while I’m gone.  We have to take our son to Chicago for surgery on Thursday and Ezra can’t go with us.  He’s mad he can’t go.  He’s happy he gets to have his Uncle over to hang out, snuggle and sleep over with him.  He is distracted by the bird tapping on my office window.  And he wants to make sure he will have plenty of outside play/poop/help the squirrels dig up their acorn time.   And he will most likely use my pillow while I’m gone.