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My almost 2-year-old daughter just walked up to me, said 'Happy birthday', then placed a handful of Pharaoh's cat kibble in my hand and walked off.

Which means she somehow got through all the child-locks I put on the cupboard we keep the cat food in.

Again.

I'm not sure if there's a word to describe the mix of feelings between exasperation and 'okay that was kinda cute'.