For months now, when Jonathan has gotten a bonk on the noggin’ of some sort, he referred to his head oddly. For example, if he fell and you asked if he hit his forehead, he’d often say, “No. I hit my fivehead.”
Tonight, I decided to see whether he was just having fun with forehead/fourhead or if there was more to it. The conversation went like this:
Me: Jonathan, where’s your forehead?
Jonathan: [Points to his forehead]
Me: Do you have a one head?
Jonathan: Right here. [Points to back of his head]
Me: Where’s your two head?
Jonathan: [Points to a spot on the side of his head]
Me: Do you have a three head?
Jonathan: NO! [Breaks into giggling fit]
Me: What about your five head?
Jonathan: It’s right here! [Points to the crown of his head]
If you’re keeping score at home, that’s a 1, 2, 4, and 5 head. But the mere thought of a 3-head? Hilariously preposterous!

