Here are three quick reasons why I'll miss Greta next fall when she goes to art school:

On any given day, if I become mildly confused about the matter at hand, Greta will grab me firmly by the shoulders, spin me around so that we are face to face, and say in an urgent, but hushed tone, "Listen to me. You're in the hospital."

After dinner one night, Greta asked Margot, "Hey, will you empty the dishwasher for me?" Margot became indignant and refused. Greta said, "Okay, okay. Geez, I was trying to get you to do something nice for me and this is the thanks I get."

Greta walked into the kitchen on a rainy day looking glum. She said, "I'm sick of my routine. When I got into the shower this morning, I thought, 'Oh no, not you again.'"