A Zoë Story

There once was a Zoë named Zoë and she was little and she loved her binky and mommy and some other people very much. But mostly she loved her binky.
She toddled about her day with her tiny feet balanced precariously in her sisters glitter shoes, which were far too big, as she found the horizontal leverage helpful. Indeed these shoes operated much like a plow in keeping products and services out of her way. Products like matchbox cars and services like mommy's eyelash curlers, which are always strewn about because when things are going poorly mommy finds it quite therapeutic to give her lashes a little lift!
The Zoë would start this shoveling promptly every morning at 5:30 a.m. in the family room and continue on in such a manner until she reached her bedroom, at the back of the house, where she would deposit the mound of products and services in the corner where all the dust bunnies dwell and replicate. As a result of this morning regimen she has developed voluptuous calves and it is a thing of beauty.
And while this was mostly a happy time for her, sometimes the Zoë happened upon something in her way that she was unfamiliar with and she would point and call out, "That sing, that sing!" And her mommy, who followed her about, would answer, even though it was 5:30 A.M. because the Zoë was cute in big glitter shoes with her sleepy face and wing-ed hair. But sometimes the Zoë wouldn't like the answer and would ask the mommy too many times what something was and the mommy would tire of saying the same thing over and over so she would spill herself on the floor in a pool of Zoe and fuss and cry until she forgot about "that sing" and then she would rise and continue on in her Zoë way.

It should also be said that, in addition to her binky, some people and glitter shoes, Zoë loved Raffi very much, which was unfortunate for her mother who loved Nine Inch Nails, BB King and Karen Carpenter equally.

Our Zoë is bigger now and onto bigger adventures like spilling herself all over the floor in bigger pools of Zoë, but her mommy is in the process of undergoing and elective lobotomy via an exceptional bottle of Pinot Noir so she will have to return to the first person to tell some more stories sometime soon.