I think that it’s innate as a parent that one of the very first things we do is teach our baby/toddler the names of their adorable little facial features. I’m unsure as to why that’s really important, but we all do it for whatever reason.
That being said, It’s almost a given that if you have children, at some point you sat around repeatedly asking your small child where their nose was, as they sat on your lap with a blank stare on their face while drooling and shitting their pants simultaneously.
I’ve been doing this since Bake was about 2 weeks old. He’s not even 2 yet, and he answers with “Pipe the fuck down! I know where my nose is!”
He also refers to his male parts as “junk”. I’m not kidding. Ever since he started trying to rip it off during diaper changes, I explained how he shouldn’t try to rip his junk off. I guess it stuck.
Anyway, Blake is always down for our daily anatomy lesson, unless I try to record it of course. Then I get a deer in the headlights look. However, there is always one particular part that he’s always willing to prove that he knows.
This is no doubt, how he will get the ladies in the future.