When Ezra is on his own and things are a little too quiet, I get worried. In the past it has meant toilet paper unraveled, chapstick all over his teeth, or a venture into the fireplace leaving him covered in soot.
Lately it's been quite a bit more pleasant. When things seem too quiet, I can make out a little voice reciting memorized words from favorite literary selections.
Or turning them into hats.
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