I just asked Ada to get me my bottle of water off of the table. She brought it to me and said, “here, drink this, you old lady”. I’m kind of miffed about this. First, that she called me an old lady (although it’s probably just a line from a movie). Secondly, that she sounded rather bratty and smart-alecky. Not acceptable. She’s been kind of saucy lately. Pushing the boundaries, I guess. I think that toddler girls give you a glimpse of their teenager-hood-to-be. I am really, really not looking forward to that.