Library Paparazzi

After school this morning, Ezra and I went to the library (does that put us in the running for "Biggest Nerds of the Year" awards yet?...geesh....if I had glasses, I'm pretty sure I would have pushed them up my nose...) I do a story time at a local elementary school for their after-school program and I'm always in need of fresh material. I had a load of stale material that I had to return and, wouldn't you know it, there was some sort person from the library's marketing department hanging out by the circulation desk with a camera.

"Um, I'm trying to get some photos of people checking out books. Would you mind posing for a few shots?" she asked us sheepishly.

"Sure," I chuckled, simply thrilled that I had decided to basically wear my pajamas out and about today....because it matters what you like, you know....eye roll....

Ezra, of course, was not interested in the least in smiling for the camera. I threatened him with tickles and used the whole, "Don't you smile...you better not smile..." bit with him. It worked out in the end.

Marketing-Camera gal squatted down to show Ezra the photos she had snapped. Ezra briefly noted the photos (heaven knows he's seen plenty of himself in the past...nothing new to him...) but then let his gaze settle on her lips. I noticed this. "What are those scraps on you?" he queried. For a moment, I thought I had made a mistake. Maybe, in actuality, he had been staring at her earrings which looked like, uh...scraps of metal? But then I put two and two together. Earlier in the car we had been trying to listen to a CD but it was skipping a lot. When Ezra asked me what the problem was I told him I thought the disc might have some scratches. "Why does it have scraps?" he asked me. Now let's go back to our conversation with M-C gal. After I remembered this earlier conversation, I then noticed the abundance of fine lines around her lips. "Scraps?" she asked me confused. "Scraps?" I asked Ezra, feigning confusion. "Yeah, on her lips!" he responded, quite exasperated that this woman, who just moments ago told him how precocious he was, wasn't quite able to keep up with him. Lying is not a habit of mine, but I confess that I lied today. "Huh. I have no idea what he's talking about!"

Click here and here to see the photos she took of us.

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Last week I was putting Ezra's pants on him.

"Man, your legs are getting long," I said. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised. I'm sure you got them from me. Do you know who else has long legs?" I asked him.

"Who?"

"Poppio (my father)," I told him. "He's the one who gave me my long legs."

"You can't give legs as gifts!" he exclaimed.