I sent Caleb upstairs to make his bed and get dressed. One minute later he appeared at the upstairs railing and looking down into the dining room where I was mournfully declared, "Mooommmmy, I chuhned and chwisted my big toooooe."
A brief pause and then really perkily he asked, "Wait, is this my left?"
"No, that's your right."
"Oh, okay."
And then ever so mournfully, he continued, "It was my leeeeft toooooe."
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