Conversations with (or against, really) Eleanor

Jason and I put Eleanor to bed, and about 15 minutes later I heard the sleigh bell on her doorknob (shut it, at least we don't lock her in the room anymore).  She always comes straight into our bedroom, so when she didn't come around the corner I figured  I was hearing things.  Jason concurred. 

The next day, Summer told me that Eleanor came in her room around 9pm.  "Why didn't you come and tell us, Summer?"  "mumble mumble mumble rabble" (literal transcription of events)

Apparently, Eleanor wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean.  Like always.  So Summer turned it on, then set the sleeptimer, since she gets screamed at by Jason like a wailing banshee if her TV's on when he wakes up in the morning.  Summer passes out and 60 minutes later this happened:

Eleanor: "SUMMER! SUMMER! GET UP NOW.  THE MOVIE IS BROKEN AND IT'S NOT WORKIN ON THE TV"
Summer: "huh? where am I? who are you?"
Eleanor: "Summer, you have to fix the movie.  Why did you turn it off?" (completely disgusted at this point)
Summer: "I didn't shut anything off. It was the sleeptimer because you should be asleep"
Eleanor: (tossing blankets and pillows to find all the remotes) "well, turn it back on, it wasn't done."
Summer: "Fine, just cool out a minute.  Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Why don't you go get your pillow..." CUT OFF
Eleanor: "I'm not sleeping with you. I'm mad at you and I do not sleep with people I am mad at."

While I agree with her theory, I can't help but feel that her delivery will leave her 40 years old with 6 cats living in a scary 500 sq. ft. apartment. Or my house. *shivers*