There’s been some question in my mind recently as to whether Zoe was actually switched in the hospital at birth, due to her aversion to all things sweet. Cakes, candies, cookies- she wants none of them. Well, actually, she hasn’t had candy, and she loves the idea of cookies, just not actually eating them. But anyone who knows me knows that this is reason to question our genetic relation (my current stupid glucose intolerance notwithstanding.)
So it was a relief today when she proved beyond a doubt that she is my daughter – she almost ran into something in the supermarket because she was “reading” a book.