With so many people in one house, you can always count on at least one person being in a funk. This afternoon was Ezra's turn. He earned the bad mood the night before while James and I ran an errand. The narcs sisters informed us that he was less than an angel and just shy of rotten while we were gone. So on this windy, sunny afternoon all the kids are out playing, celebrating the end of the school week, except for Ezra, who was laying on the back porch, contemplating his misdeeds and I just wanted to run over and kiss him.