Here's the story Lexi told me when I got home from work tonight:
Pointing to her scraped-up knee:
"Pole (Kiswahili for "sorry," but she uses it to refer to owies)…fall down…tree…cying (crying)."
What a great account of an incident from a few weeks ago when she tripped over a tree root and hurt herself, isn't it?
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