It's not easy being the youngest . . .

As I was making dinner tonight and Hope and Ellis were playing in the living room:

Hope: "Sit, Ellis. Good job! Okay, stand up . . . now walk. Good job! Okay, stay there, Ellis. Don't move. That's a good girl!"

Me: "Hope, she's not a dog."

Hope: "I know."

Me: "So don't treat her like a dog."

Hope: "I'm not treating her like a dog. I'm just training her, so she'll come to us when we tell her to, and go where we a want her to go."