Growing Into Her Name

When Zoee was born, Jack and I spent a lot of time talking about what her name should be.  We finally decided she was definitely a Zoee, or a Zoie, or a Zoey.  After SEVERAL days of writing it and spelling it, we settled on Zoee and our baby girl finally had a name.  We agreed that it sounded like the name of a cute little girl but also a strong, independent woman.  We joked that we could see a "Zoee" holding a sign at a protest on campus someday.

Today I got a glimpse of that strong, independent woman in my three year old daughter. 

After leaving a birthday party for an old family friend this afternoon, my sweet baby girl made her voice heard.  I'm not sure where exactly it came from, but she had a list prepared in her head of things she does not like.  All of the following statements were made right in a row, at top volume, with an angry scowl on her face, while I was driving:

I do not like wearing buckles!
I do not like car seats!
I do not like leaving!
I do not like going into the grocery store!
I do not like going into Target!
I do not like riding in the car all day!
I do not like any of those things!

Terrible picture taken on my phone
in the middle of her rampage

Me:  Zoee, what do you like?
Zoee:  I just like sitting in my room on my bed!

So glad we could get that resolved on this otherwise beautiful Sunday afternoon!

And, for the record, we were nowhere near a grocery store or Target, and it took us approximately 8-minutes to get to and from the party, not "all day in a car".