Spwain

Daelyn just hopped down the hallway to me.

"My leg is spwained," he hollered to me.

"How did that happen? I thought you were at Grandpa's."

"My leg got stuck between two bwicks by the manure and I had to reach down and pull my foot out."

"Who told you your leg was spwained?" I asked.

"Me."

At least he has himself to diagnose his problems.