What are those things called?

Noah had a horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday.  Missed breakfast, rode to school without shoes, almost got left standing and crying in the driveway kind of day.

We also had to pick up a coworker to bring his car in to the shop on the way to school, so he got to witness the loveliness that is Noah in full on anger management mode.  So much so, that when my coworker asked if they were twins, Noah disowned his own brother.

"No, we are not twins.  And we are not identical!"

The next morning we had to pick up my coworker again, this time to get his car from the shop.  I asked Noah if he was going to be nicer today...

Noah:  "Yes."

Me:  "Are you going to be a brother today?"

Noah:  "Yes.  But we aren't identical!"

Me:  "What do you mean?  You are identical twins."

Noah:  "No, we are not.  I have two...       Dad, what are those things called that hold your toenails?"

Me:  "Ummmmm, toes???"

Noah:  "Yeah, toes!  Dad, I have two toes that are stuck together.  Levi doesn't.  So we aren't identical!"


Sure enough buddy.  You do indeed have two of those things that hold your toenails stuck together...