Ellie seems to be developing a certain cold, grim, realistic approach to sibling relations.
Margaret was out with her grandmother, and Ellie started agitating for me to send this picture to her with a list of demands. I assume that they would have been along the lines of greater control over toys and time-sharing on the kitchen. But I’m not sure; she was playing it close to her chest.
Luckily, she also has a short attention span, so she stopped threatening the puppy, and started chewing on the knife herself.