It's Thanksgiving break, so yesterday my kids were downstairs enjoying some rainy day television. As I was making my lunch, I took a peek.

Ezra, my 7-year-old, was on the sofa next to his brother, sucking his thumb.

I knew Ezra was a thumb-sucker before he was born. Somehow I sensed him enjoying it in the womb. Once he was born, he found his thumb pretty quickly. Despite my efforts at trying to get him to choose the pacifier over the thumb (and let’s be frank, I didn’t try that hard at 3 in the morning) he became a full-on thumb junkie. Right thumb, left thumb, day, night, dirty, clean, didn’t matter. Those thumbs had a mouth to call home.