Bill Cosby was right

Evelyn is starting to get to that age where she says the cutest things all the time. I know I need to write them down. Here are a few I can remember

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Said Evelyn to the cats up for adoption at Petco: "I'm sorry you lost your home, little kitty." And then my heart melted into a thousand little pieces and I immediately adopted all the cats. Except that last part. Cats are trouble.

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"Mommy, I hope I can hold your hand when I grow up." You can hold my hand forever, little girl.

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As we drove by the enormous, as-yet-unopened, huge, blue IKEA building near the freeway: "That building is big. Just like daddy!"

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Whispered to herself as we drove home one afternoon: "I want to live in a castle...with horses...and ducks...and chickens...and rhinoceroses!...and zebras!"

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With urgency: "Mommy, do you like my eyebrows?!!"

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"Mommy, what is inner peace?"

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"Mommy, what is the internet?"

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Sometimes her questions are related to something. Sometimes they come out of nowhere. And usually I can not think of a good two-year-old-ified definition. My daughter--every exhausting, amazing inch of her--is a pure delight.