We were all sitting on the couch, but Cora couldn’t sit still, so she wiggled off. She stuck her face into the couch cushions and made a spitting noise.

“Don’t spit on the couch!” I shouted.

“No, I spit into the couch,” Cora corrected.

“Well, don’t spit into the couch!” I said.

“I’m sorry, but I want to do it,” she answered sadly.

Another night, we were having a dinner party with some close friends. I wanted to show off what amazing and clever girls I had – they knew how to set the table! Sort of!

“Who wants to help me set the table?” I asked sweetly, smiling beatifically at them.

“Nobody!” Cora answered, smiling sweetly back at me.