Emma visits the Granmudder

That's what she calls me, GranMUDDER, emphasis on the Mudder.

Em's having a little trouble with that whole "baby sister" concept.  She was very supportive of the whole thing once they got Ada home from the hospital.  Ada was better than a dolly, you could love her all you wanted and she rarely required anything but a bottle and a diaper change.

The problem began when it became evident that Ada had violated the basic contract whereby she would remain a pink blob who only needed a bottle and a diaper change to make her life complete.  Apparently no one told Em that baby sisters are not a static, one form only event.

Unlike new dollies, they grow up.

Ada learned to eat things.  At first, feeding her crackers was kind  of fun, but then Mom and Dad got all anal about not giving her marbles to eat, so that was no fun anymore.  And Ada learned to get around in her walker, which meant she could actually enter the hallowed and sacred space of Emma's personal room and touch things.  And the parents were opposed to hitting her over the head with books when she did.

Then Ada learned to crawl.  Now she was mobile both in and out of the walker and no one's toys were sacred.  Also, many fun things had to be removed from Emma's general area.  Emma was strongly opposed to this course of action, but no one cared.

Ada learned to vocalize and Daddy had the unmitigated gall to address her as, "Hey, Beautiful!"  Emma is beautiful, she holds the copyright, the patent, the screen rights and the royalties from beautiful.  Emma sued.  She's three so that involved kicking Daddy repeatedly in the knee and saying, "No, I will NOT give you one minute, Dad."

I don't know what that has to do with beautiful, it's what she said.  A Lot.  For a very long time.

Then Emma stepped up her game.  If they were going to lavish attention on that....sister.....SHE would demonstrate some attention getting they would not soon forget!  I think Emma might have been Caligula in a former life.  She took all the dishes out of the cupboard, climbed the dishwasher, washed the kitchen windows with the floor scrubbing sponge, unmade all the beds, robbed the jewelry boxes and wore all the watches and did all of it while stark naked and singing, "This little light of mine."

Lacey made her come in the living room and wear pants.  Emma took them off and began growling savagely at Ada anytime she came near.  Ada cried.  Emma didn't care.  She took off all her clothes again and decided to go out on the porch to ride the tricycle.  Naked.

Lacey made her come in the living room and wear pants.  Emma decided she needed to potty.  I don't know if she actually DID potty, I do know she used an entire mega roll of charmin to decorate the kitchen on her way back to the living room.

She also took all of the meat out of the freezer, left the refrigerator door wide open repeatedly, robbed the breadbox to make herself a sandwich with some brown and serve rolls I had forgotten were in there and reprogrammed the computer so it does things I think might be in Russian, or possibly some alien alphabet from another galaxy, but is certainly not English, and Emma won't give me the password.

I just want Washington to know that if some little green naked men get out of a saucer on the White House lawn and demand to be taken to their leader, just bring them here.  It will be Em who summoned them and you're better off just letting her do whatever she called them for.  Otherwise she'll growl at you and that will likely start an interstellar war and really, it's just simpler to let Lacey make them come into the living rroom and wear pants.

Lacey's really good at that.  We can feed them the rest of those rolls Emma found, that should ensure they will want to leave fairly quickly.

So, anyway, occasionally Emma remembers she kind of likes Ada.  Not enough to want to share toys with her, but enough that no one is allowed to touch her, look at her or babysit her.  She may be a major inconvenience, but she's EMMA'S major inconvenience and you had better not forget it.
She reminds me an awful lot of some other little girl who lived in Towerville long, long ago and had a little sister.

And that little girl reminded her grandma of another little girl long, long ago who lived around there and had a little sister.  For all I know, SHE may have had a grandma who was reminded...well, you get the idea.