Left Right Left

The Bean held up one of his feet while in the bathtub and said, “This is my left foot.”

“Very good,” I said nonchalantly. I mean come on, how impressed should I be? He had a fifty-fifty shot at getting it right.

“And this is my right arm,” he said waving his soapy wet left arm into the air.

“That’s your left arm,” I told him.

He immediately burst into tears. “THIS IS MY RIGHT ARM! MY (sob) RIGHT ARM!”

“You didn’t take a nap today, did you buddy?”

“Nope.”