I was sitting at the dining room table today and bubs came running in with his tongue out. "Look mom", he said, not too clearly because his tongue was out. I said, "what am I looking at?" He said "my tongue". I looked at the tongue. Bubs said, "it's beautiful. I have a beautiful tongue". "Yes" said I, "it is beautiful". Off he skipped, back into the living room to continue whatever it was he was doing before he had that epiphany.
I also want to add that if you write the word 'tongue' over and over again, it stops looking like a word with any meaning.