The other evening, Avery came running up to me, sniffling and complaining that her sister had squeezed her arm. I called Zoe into the room and the following exchange took place:

M: “Zoe, did you squeeze your sister’s arm?
Z: “Welllllll, I wouldn’t really call it that.”
M: “What would you call it?”
Z: “I would call it lightly touching and grabbing it.”

Someone would make a good laywer, I think!

-M

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