Ezra Is Driving My Car
He drives by flipping lever, switches and pressing buttons and trying to turn the steering wheel and move the gear shift of my car, the car that doesn’t move because I don’t drive it. Ezra was standing on seat and out window a few minutes ago. He was ejecting the tape and turning the knobs of the radio. We are driving my car, and driving my car is Ezra’s new favorite thing.
I don’t know where we are going. We haven’t moved, but we sure seem to have gone somewhere.