Zoë is the life of the party.  She is an tornado of pure joy and energy.  She talks non-stop at about a mile a minute making it hard to understand even the words she can say clearly.  She is at the stage where she knows what she wants to say–it just doesn’t always come out right–Hokapontas for example as opposed to Pocahontas.

Today we got on the highway after leaving camp and Zoë asked if we were close to the pool.

“No, we are on a different high way.”

“Oh cuz I just saw a caprisun and thought we were by the pool.”

“You saw a caprisun?”  I giggled–meanwhile Noah is laughing hysterically.

“Yeah a caprisun–where the police are.”

“You mean a police station.”  I said trying not to laugh–but seriously??? Too cute.

“Okay fine a police station.”

How did I ever get so lucky to have this amazingly beautiful, funny and joyous be mine?  Oh wait…it isn’t all bunnies and rainbows.  I did come home one day to find her painted on her arms and hands with fingernail polish and was greeted with a tear filled “I DIDN’T KNOW” when I questioned whether she should have done that.

Joys of parenting the spirited.