I doubt Erykah Badu was thinking of Ezra when she wrote that line but, man, does it fit. Ezra's curly top definitely has a life of it's own, almost like a Transformer, changing it's shape and size on command. The guy who opens those Halloween shops in October would pay good money for Ezra's crop, recreating it to put it on the shelves. Baby Afro for the kids! They'd sell like hot cakes.
The beauty of being a kid is the saving grace of not knowing when you look absolutely crazy. That's the parents fault and Ezra's hair takes on many forms. It's like Drake meets Jon Travolta, meets Questlove from the Roots, meets Colangelo from Bronx Tale. It's the Black-Hispanic mullet: business in the front, party in the back but then does a complete 180 in the afternoon/night. Party in front, the side, the back, basically, Party Rockin! I'm waiting for him to pause, stare at me and blurt out: "Everyday I'm Shufflin." LMFAO would be proud.
It doesn't help that Ezra actually picks his hair with his hands unwittingly. When we sing the song "5 Monkeys Jumping on the Bed" he knows to "bump" his head with his hand at the right time. Of course, this causes his hair to react like a squeezed sponge expanding. I love the bunny rabbit tail "poof" in the back sometimes. I mean, is it 1981? He plays with it, pulling one side out when he's tired. Bed time: Yes put that hair to sleep!
I love walking in the door, Ezra in arms, hair puffed out from the sweat of the drive home -- we wake up with "Bed head", he wakes up with "Car seat head" -- and his mom looking at him squarely saying "THAT BABY LOOK CRAZY!"
Yes is does and he's all ours.
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