Last night's discourse...
Mommy: "Where's a nosey?"
Sasha: points to his nose.
Mommy: "Where are your teeth?"
Sasha: Grimaces to show teeth.
Mommy: "Where's your eye?"
Sasha: Jams his finger into his eye so hard I wonder if it'll pop.
Mommy: "Where are your ears?"
Sasha: Gets a sly grin on his face and shoves a finger up both his nostrils. Uproarious laughter.
Actually, fingers up the nose--his nose, my nose, anyones nose--have become quite the joke lately. Combined with running around with stuff on his head (paper bags, towels, his blankie) so he can't see.
Ai. It's not hard to envision the day where I hear, "Mommy, I got a joke to tell you. Poop! HAHAHAHAHA".