At least when it counts.
When I told Emma (or the baby who was either Emma or Wil) to stay put and under absolutely no circumstances come early, she listened.
When Steve told Emma to be nice to her mama while he's away, she listened (at least so far).
When I've told Emma not to tip over the dog dish, open the toilet, play with the kong, pull my hair, pinch my neck, grab my glasses, she doesn't.
I guess that means she's human. And she's pretty darn great.