Washing my feelings

Vaughn was washing himself in the bath tub this week and giving me the running commentary.

V: I'm washing my toes, my legs, my tummy, my feelings, my arm . . .
E: You're washing your what?
V. My tummy, my toes, my feelings . . .
E: Right . . . where are your feelings exactly?
V: Right here Mommy (points to his nipples)
E: (holding in uncontrollable laughter) those are called nipples, not your feelings. You can't see your feelings, they are on the inside.
V: oh, ok