This is chapter one in the short book about Zoe. So she was born, I know it sounds horrible, sometime in July. Now, her birthday is shortly after my step mums and I think my step mums is like the 17th or something. I'm not sure. So Zoe used to be this cute little girl that I could hold in my arms and rock to sleep. Well, not anymore. Now she throws a fit if you try to rock her. she's also decided that she can buckle her own carseat seatbelt, though last time she pinched her fingers.
So, okay. I've established that she's a little know it all like me, but have I established that she's not even 2 yet? I have? Okay. So then it's pretty bad that she's a know it all. Right? Tell me I'm right. Or are all babies like this? I'm not sure. But it gets a little annoying. Anyway.
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Zoe
Non-FictionIf your one of those people who likes to read about babies, this is for you.
