School's out! So we can ruin our eyes at the computer. Ez, looking at iPhoto slideshow of all of us a few years ago: Mom, can we make Naomi's hair be curly again? She was so cute! Oh, my gosh, Naomi, you were so cute! (Me: Ezzie, you were cute, too.) But not as cute as Naomi was at that age! (I appreciated the complexity of this point, not to mention the humility he's apparently capable of.) I was cute when I was really little.
Ezra has been doing his rather lengthy kindergarten davening curriculum for two days (as of today--well, I'm impressed anyhow!) which means the house is filled with his sweet singing voice--and it is sweet, must have gotten some genes we're unaware of. We brazenly called Morah Esther, put her on speakerphone, and had her do Ashrei with Ezzie, as well as promise to make a tape of same... what fun. Ez, at one point, describing class, almost wistfully: When we do Mah Tovu it seems like we've got music playing, 'cause we have a really good tune, and when the whole class does it, we sound really mellow. (Not the adjective I was expecting... but funny... and touching.)
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