Gianna (while half asleep):
"Mom, when I squeeze my eyes together, tears come out of my right eye. I don't like it."
Me: "Really? Which one is your right eye?"
G: "I don't know."
Me: "Whic is your other eye?"
G: "My left eye."
Monday, December 6, 2010
Right v. Left
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