That she is, Mariapia. And she’ll never change.

Yet she does occasionally listen when I pull rank and remind her that I
am the older sister. 
Like today. In addition to all the groceries she had on her list, I‘d added a bottle of the richest creamiest chocolate milk from our premier local dairy.
“I didn’t ask for this,” she snarled when I poured her a glass.
”Oh shut up, you little snot.” I replied in my best bedside manner. “I used to put chocolate milk in your baby bottle because it was the only way you’d drink your milk.”
”Well I guess one glass wouldn’t kill me.” she grudgingly agreed.
I handed her the glass, she drank…
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And was already on her second glass by the time I left.