A little girl in my dance class was confused.
“Which is your right hand?” I asked.
“This one?” she suggested, tentatively, raising her left hand.
“No,” I said, gently, used to these problems. “That’s your left hand. The other one is your right.”
“NO!” she said, crossly. “That’s your right.”
I smiled and demonstrated to her, “This is my right side; this is my left. That is your right side; that is your left.”
The little girl turned around so that both of us were facing the same direction. “Now which is my right?” she asked, triumphant at the thought that she had fooled me.
I held her right hand. “This one.”
“How?” she moaned, upset with how fickle I was. “You said that window was my right hand!”
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