Right, then left.

Last night Holynd helped me make a cake. (Chewy Dot Cake!) I asked her to mix the ingredients together while we waited for the oven to preheat. This is what she told me:

Holynd: I will mix it and mix it. Now I will mix it with my left hand.

*Switches whisk to left hand*

Matt and I both stop and stare at each other.

Mommy: Holynd, *pointing to her right hand* is this your right hand or your left?

Holynd: That's my right hand. *Shows me her right hand*. This is my left hand *Shows me the hand she's stirring with.*

Mommy (to husband): Did you teach her that?

Husband: I didn't teach her that.

Mommy: I didn't either.

Moment of silence.

Mommy: Well, it's probably for the best. I still struggle with that.

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This morning I asked her about it again.

Mommy: Holynd, do you remember which hand is your left?

Holynd: I don't have any hands. I have a sister. I need your help finding my Scary Candy. (Pez Dispenser).