We were eating dinner tonight and when I looked up at Zoe from taking a bite she had her foot on the table and a fork stuck between two of her toes looking as proud as can be. Zak and I couldn’t help but to laugh hysterically. Who gets to see that during dinner?
Once we were all done eating, Zoe motioned to Zak to take off her bib. She held it, peered into it the trough used to collect any spillage and discovered a whole second meal of grilled chicken, peas, corn, and cherries. She wolfed down every last morsel within seconds, then begged for more food to purposely be put there. This repeated itself two more times. She ate at least as much the second time around as the first.
What a goofy Zo.
