After Ashton's nap I promised her we could go to the library. She goes wild at the library. It's almost too much. We had Poppi meet us in the second row of children's books just so two adults could fence her in and harness the joy. She was calling for her new "mouse book" before we could start the car. The minute we walked through the door she dumped out her bag and started reading. We turned on Ellen for a little laugh, and she read diligently in her tent. Ahh, I love my little reader.
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She's not really 1.5 years, is she? C'mon, she's like a philosophy professor in a toddler's body...
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