On Friday our neighbor came over to meet Ezra, saying she needed to lay eyes on the babe in case she does not live through her week of law school exams. But looking at Ezra, she said she felt bad for him: he is so little and has so much school ahead of him. She exhorted him not to go to law school, then recommended he just drop out of school early and avoid college altogether.
I tried to cover his ears at that point in the conversation, but the damage was done.
Later that evening, I could see Ezra was pondering his future educational options…
*Also note that Ezra is in a poorly wrapped, too-large velcro swaddle and has wriggled his little hand out of an opening.