I have been meaning to post more about my daughter Emily for quite some time, but somehow I just never seemed to get around to it. Her recent comment; "When I was a mommy, I would have worn that dress," has spurred me to start writing some of this stuff down. There were two instances that stand out in my mind as definitive proof, for me anyway, that Emily was once my grandmother. I have a colonial-era tavern sign that I inherited from my mom's parents. It is basically a pointing hand which I hung above my bedroom door. Emily was at the stage where she was talking in short sentences, but it was not always clear what she was saying, when she noticed the pointing finger for the first time. She stopped and stared at it for a second, and then excitedly turned to me. "That's at the top of the stairs!" I think my heart skipped a beat at this moment. My grandparents had, in fact, hung the sign at the top of their basement stairs, but just to be sure I asked Emily to repeat what she had just said. Again, there was mumbling followed by, "top of our stairs!" Now, we live in a one floor condo. Emily certainly knew what 'stairs' were at this time, but there is no way that she could have known that when I was a little girl, that sign had hung at the top of a staircase. No way at all . . . unless she had seen it for herself.