We live across the street from the city pool, but that's not what this post is about. It's about elbows.
"Where's your elbow, Lyla?"
Points.
"That's your wrist."
"El-bow."
"No no. That's your wrist. Here is your elbow. Right here. Can you point to your elbow?"
Points.
"That's your wrist again, honey."
As soon as Lyla can identify her elbow, I'm going to tell her to lick it. My prediction is that she will put forth a surprising amount of effort and then throw a temper tantrum. It will be hilarious.
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