Today, she took out this book her Grandma Lisa made for her, with some pictures of her family and a whole bunch of astrological information about Zoe. The picture on the inside front cover is of her and me a few minutes after she was born. Zoe insisted that she would read to me. I was expecting her to recite the first line of the book she has of Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame, which is what she usually does when she “reads,” which itself I think is a sign that she is a genius. (“Once upon a time in the city of Paris, a young man lived in the bell tower of Notre Dame . . .”) But today she showed herself to be even more of a genius! She opened to the inside front cover and then, pointing at the picture, said, “Once upon a time, a Zoe was loved by Mommy!” Oh my gosh! She’s brilliant, right? I should have her tested by Mensa or something?