After falling on a pile of Lincoln Logs
Annie: Owwwwww! It hurts! (she's crying a little)
Me: Aww, does your arm hurt? I'm so sorry.
Annie: It's not my arm!
Me: What is it?
Annie: It's this (pointing to her wrist).
Me: Oh - you're wrist hurts.
Annie: Yea, my list. (the crying stops)
Me: It's not a list, it's a wrist.
Annie: What's a wrist?
Me: It's that thing you hurt.
Annie: Right here?
Me: Yea, right there.
Annie: And it's not a list?
Me: Nope, it's a wrist. A list is what we take to the store.
Annie: Oh . . . I forgot, I need a Bandaid to feel me better. (the crying begins again)
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