This is how conversations go during lunch at our house:
Levi [pushing finger on his nose]: Nuh?
Me: Yes, that's your nose.
Levi: Nuh! Nuh!
Sometimes I'm tempted to draw out the conversation further by asking him where his hair is, but I stop myself when I remember that his fingers are covered in some type of food. I'll ask him again later.
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