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Yesterday for breakfast, Zuzu tried bacon for the very fist time. She devoured an entire strip.

Eight hours later we went through our nightly ritual over dinner. Each night we answer the same three questions. These were her responses:

The best part of my day was Cooper's party.
The worst part of my day was Willem coming over.
(Zuzu still hasn't grasped the definition of the word "worst" as she adored having Willem over)
What I am thankful for is all of us eating dinner.
(pause)
And I love bacon.

P.S. Twenty-four hours later we are once again sitting at dinner. Since beginning this post she has eaten at least 7 pieces of salami. We clearly have issues.