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Do You Love Me?

Zoe is a nudge, a pain in the keister, a pickled peach pit. Anyone who has spent any amount of time with her knows this to be true. But, I'm not sure that most people know just how far it goes. For the past few days her and I have been playing a little game. I ask her a question, she gives me an answer that she knows I won't like, I yell, "What?" and then she laughs. She's done this for a number of different questions, but recently what I have been asking her is, "Do you love me?"

When we're in the car, I'll ask, "Do you love me?" If I'm driving, I can't look back at her so she'll actually say, "No," at which point I yell, "What?!?!" and she laughs. If we're stopped and I can look at her, she'll just shake her head rather than say no, to which I respond in the same way and she laughs.

Just to prove what a punk this little girl is, if Cheryl happens to be nearby when Zoe says no or shakes her head, she'll gasp and after Zoe's done laughing she'll ask, "Zoe, do you love me?" to which she has always said, "Yeah." Well, either that or nod her head, but it's the same thing.

Tonight after Cheryl put her to bed, Zoe requested that I come in the room. She wanted a water baba, so I sat in her chair, laid her on my lap and gave her some water. When she was done, she looked up at me by the light of her turtle stars and said, "Daddy, you say 'Do you like me?'"

Honestly, I'm not sure why her name isn't Cheryl Jr.

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