Ezra Says, "I Can Do It Myself!"

Ezra Says, "I Can Do It Myself!"

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Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

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Preschooler I Can Do It Myself! Independence

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Ezra sitting cross-legged under the big oak tree, holding an open picture book in his lap, looking content and peaceful. Dappled sunlight falls through the green leaves onto him and the grass around him. In the background, a cozy backyard with a little red table, a wooden fence, and a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds.

Ezra loves his big oak tree. Every morning, he sits under it with a book. The leaves go swish, swish, swish. The sun makes warm spots on the grass.

Ezra standing up under the big oak tree, looking out across the backyard with wide, excited eyes, his book tucked under one arm. In front of him sit the sneakers on the grass, the little red table, and the pitcher of orange juice catching the sunlight. In the background, the sunny backyard with the wooden fence and green leafy bushes.

But today, Ezra looks up from his book. He sees the little red table. He sees his sneakers on the grass. He sees the pitcher of orange juice sparkling in the sun. "I want to try something new," says Ezra. "I want to do it all by myself!"

Ezra standing at the little red table, holding the pitcher of orange juice with both hands, carefully tipping it toward a small cup on the table. His tongue sticks out a tiny bit in concentration. In the background, the big oak tree and the sun-dappled grass of the backyard.

First, Ezra picks up the pitcher of orange juice. It is heavy! He tips it slowly. Glug, glug, glug. Can Ezra pour it into the cup?

Ezra standing at the little red table, looking down with a surprised but calm expression at a puddle of orange juice that has splashed over the rim of the cup and pooled on the table surface. A few orange droplets are on his hands. In the background, the big oak tree and the green backyard bathed in morning light.

Splash! Oh no! The juice spills over the cup. It makes a little orange puddle on the table. It feels cold and sticky. "Oops," says Ezra. But Ezra does not give up.

Ezra standing at the little red table, carefully pouring orange juice from the pitcher into the cup with a big proud smile. The stream of juice flows neatly into the cup this time. In the background, the sunny backyard with flowers along the wooden fence.

Ezra takes a deep breath. He tries again. This time, he tips the pitcher very, very slowly. Glug… glug… glug. The juice goes right into the cup! "I did it!" says Ezra. The juice tastes sweet and cold.

Ezra sitting in the soft green grass, holding one of the sneakers in his lap, carefully working the laces with his fingers. He looks focused, whispering to himself. In the background, the big oak tree trunk and the little red table in the warm sunlight.

Next, Ezra sits in the grass. He picks up his sneakers. The laces are long and wiggly. He loops one lace over the other. "Make a bunny ear," Ezra whispers. Can Ezra tie his shoes?

Ezra sitting in the grass, holding up the sneaker with a tangled messy knot of laces, examining it with a tilted head and a determined little smile. In the background, the dappled shade under the big oak tree.

Oops! The laces tangle into a funny knot. It looks like a little yarn ball! Ezra wiggles the laces. He pulls and tugs. "That's tricky," says Ezra. But Ezra does not give up.

Ezra standing proudly on the grass, one foot forward to show off his neatly tied sneaker with a bow on top, arms raised in celebration, grinning from ear to ear. In the background, the big oak tree and the bright sunny backyard.

Ezra takes a deep breath. He tries again. Slowly, he makes one bunny ear… then another bunny ear… and pulls! The bow sits right on top. "I did it!" says Ezra. He jumps up and stomps his feet. Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Ezra standing at the little red table, holding a paintbrush dipped in bright yellow paint, about to touch it to a big white sheet of paper. Three pots of paint—red, yellow, and blue—sit on the table. In the background, the green backyard and the big oak tree with sunlight streaming through.

Now Ezra goes to the little red table. There are pots of paint—red, yellow, and blue. There is a big white paper. Ezra dips his brush. Swish, swish, swish! Can Ezra paint a big, bright picture?

Ezra at the little red table, laughing and looking cross-eyed at a blob of blue paint on his nose. Paint drips are splattered on the white paper and on the table. His hands have colorful paint smudges. In the background, the warm sunny backyard with the wooden fence.

Drip, drip, drip! The paint drips off the brush. It plops on the paper. It plops on the table. It even plops on Ezra's nose! The paint feels wet and squishy. "That's messy!" says Ezra. But Ezra does not give up.

Ezra standing at the little red table, holding his paintbrush proudly, admiring his finished painting on the big paper—a bright yellow sun, a green tree, and a colorful rainbow arching across the page. Paint smudges are on his hands and shirt. In the background, the big oak tree with golden afternoon light filtering through the leaves.

Ezra takes a deep breath. He tries again. He uses big, slow strokes. Swish, swish, swish. He paints a bright sun. He paints a green tree. He paints a big, happy rainbow! "I did it!" says Ezra. "It's beautiful!"

Ezra sitting happily under the big oak tree, wearing his tied sneakers, holding his colorful painting up with one hand and the cup of juice in the other, smiling the biggest smile. Golden evening light glows around him and leaves drift gently in the breeze. In the background, the cozy backyard in warm golden sunset light with the little red table and the wooden fence.

The sun is getting low. Ezra walks back to his big oak tree. He sits down in his favorite spot. He looks at his tied shoes. He sips his cup of juice. He holds up his bright painting. Ezra smiles the biggest smile. "I can do it myself!" cheers Ezra. And the leaves clap swish, swish, swish—just for him.

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