K came up into our room early one morning having pulled B's painting smock up around her legs and calling it her new underwear. She would twist and turn and twirl for us and herself in front of a mirror, and she became very insistant if we tried to tell her it was anything else. Eventually however, we convinced her that she should put her new underwear on over her shoulders. She was pretty happy with that (given she could walk again).
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