I just heard an adorably hilarious Ezra story from my mom, and I hope Jackie's okay if I blog about it. I can't get enough of Ezra; I love his guts.
Apparently, he climbed into James and Jackie's bed one morning, but kept chatting when Jackie was trying to fall back asleep. He asked her if he was a genius, and she gently explained that usually people have to be older before being classified as a genius, and yes, he is extremely smart, but no, he might not be a genius.
Ezra started crying, "But the only thing I've ever wanted was to be a genius!"