A few weeks ago, Evelyn twisted her ankle and fell. Mommy comforted her, saying "Oh no, you hurt your ankle," and rubbing it.
Since then, Evelyn thinks that any wound is an ankle. No amount of correction from Mom has changed that.
"Mommy, I have an ankle on my head."
And yesterday she fell and split her lip. "There's an ankle in my mouth."
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