Proof one: I busted her walking around with our copy of Harry Potter.

Proof two: She was cradling it and comforting it like it was a baby (and yes, we have plenty of baby dolls for her to mother around).

Proof three: When I told her I was afraid of her hurting the book and took it away, she burst into tears and asked for the book for an hour afterwards.

*heart bursting with pride* That’s my girl!

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