Zoe has a way of wanting specific things her way. I have no idea where she inherited this trait, I think it may be recessive like her blue eyes.
The other day we were walking to the park and she wanted to be carried. As much as I try to reason with her, she still isn't quite at that point, and instead of debating the finer points of being carried versus walking, she simply laid down, in the middle of the sidewalk, right at someone's driveway. We stayed there for several minutes before she decided she would get up and walk. I took the high road and tried not to gloat to much, besides, like debating, I don't think she is ready to appreciate a good gloat.
