Mette crawled into our bed this morning and asked me why a forehead is called a forehead. I tried my best to explain.
I then asked her why a finger was called a finger.
Well, maybe they put a bunch of random words into a jar and mixed it up like the barrel of surprise and then picked out the word finger.
I followed up with "who's they?"
Ummm...Oh, George Washington! Or maybe Orockobamma?
The cat started tearing apart the bathroom at this point, so she went to investigate that instead.