Friday, January 25
Yesterday was pajama day at my son's preschool. He was so excited that he put on his scooby doo slippers the night before and paraded around the house. Ezra is five. He was totally stoked. It's a cliche, perhaps, but it would be great to feel that way on occasion. Of course, he gets pretty upset at times too, so there is a downside to this instant enthusiasm. Ezra brought home a borrowed copy of Ranger Rick from preschool, and he is also very excited about Ranger Rick as well. RR just reminds me of how completely removed from nature I've become in the last five years of graduate school.
