Marissa [hopping on one foot around dining room table]: Mommy? Where's my wrong foot?
Me: Your what?
Me: Honey you don't have a wrong foot.
Marissa [finally stops to make her point]: Yes I do! I have a right foot, so which one's my wrong foot?
Me: You mean your left foot?
Marissa: No, my wrong foot.
Me: It's that one, right there.
Marissa: Oh. Watch me hop on my wrong foot.
Me: Nice hoppin', honey.
Hey, you have to pick your battles.
Marissa is not short on logical reasoning skills, that's for sure!
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