Last night at supper, Little Man informed us that his “vortex” was hurting.
“Mommy, the vortex on my left foot is still hurting.”
“Your what?” I asked, thinking I had misheard him.
“My vortex. The vortex toe on my left foot is hurting from when I stubbed it on the couch.”
“Your ‘vortex toe’?” I asked.
“Well, if the finger is called a vortex, then wouldn’t the toe be called that, too?” LM asked.
Thinking he was being technical or whatever, I asked him if he had meant to say “phalanges.”
“No…” He then pointed to his index finger and said, “If this is a vortex finger, then wouldn’t this,” he pointed to his second toe, “be a vortex toe?”
I finally got it and laughed. “You mean index finger.”
“Oh, yeah. What was that word you said, a phalange?”
I explained how our bones have names. “Your thigh bone is called a ‘femur.’ And the bone at your butt is called a ‘coccyx.’ I stopped there, since that was about the extent of my technical bone terminology knowledge.
Little Man giggled. “Your coccyx? So if someone tries to fight me at school, I can yell at them, ‘Hey, I’m gonna whup yo’ coccyx’?”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, laughing, although it would probably be good at confusing someone long enough to create a distraction and haul ass.