As we were walking to the car she asked if we had to go see the doctor. I told her that we didn't. I said that I thought she might have a sprained ankle, but since she could walk just fine and the swelling was minimal, that I was wrong. All was well.
A few hours later her little sister came hopping into my bedroom. "I think that I have sprinkles," she announced. I was confused and she hopped over to me and held up her ankle.
"Remember how you thought Eden had sprinkles? Well I think I have them too." She showed me a scab on her ankle and it clicked. I managed to keep from laughing, but couldn't keep from smiling as I sent her back to clean her room. A few minutes later I heard her jump off the top bunk. I'm pretty sure her "sprinkles" won't be bothering her any more. . .