Two

Dear Zoë,

It's time you start taking a pacifier. For realsies. Despite what you believe, your hands are not made of ham, and you can't actually devour them like you're trying to. Pacifier. You'll like it, I swear. And someday, when you're two and I'm cursing at myself for ever giving it to you, I can just take it away, which is far more than I can say about your fists.

Thanks, Mom