The problem? Elsa is gone. She went up to Tennessee with Caleb (without giving us a backward glance, I might add) and Ezra doesn't know what to do with himself. He has no one to tell him what to do. Poor kid has never had a day to himself, and now that it comes right down to it, he just doesn't know what do now that he has one. Elsa gives him purpose in life--she tells him what, how and when to play, leads him in all adventures, and gives him things to laugh (or cry, as the case may be) about. What's a boy to do without his sister ? Mope, I guess.
And bug Isla. It seems that in the absence of Elsa on which to focus all of his love, adoration, and irritating pokes, Isla has become the new go-to girl for picking on. Isla, though, has evolved over the last two months of us living here with Tim and Leah--she's learned to tattle. Ask Isla what's wrong and she'll tell you: "EZ."
Thankfully, Elsa and Caleb returned this afternoon. All is right in Ezra's world once again.
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