Tongue?

When your five year old begins to wax eloquent, you never know what he might say...  Tonight I commented to him about how "tough" he was today (after being hurt repeatedly in various and sundry events).  He thought for a minute and then said, "It's like God is making our whole family into one big giraffe!"  I was baffled how that could happen or what in the world made him think of that, but I went with it (as only a mother of small children could).  He said, "And I'm the tongue of the giraffe because giraffe's tongues are tough because, you know, they eat thorns."  Um, okay, son.  He then proceeded to tell me which part of the giraffe each of the rest of us were.  I just agreed and told him it was time to go to sleep now.  :o)  In all truth, I was just glad he didn't say anyone was the rear end of the giraffe.