Greta: Your nurnies. My nurnies.
Me: Very good Greta.
Greta: My nurnies, one two. Your nurnies, one two three.
Sawyer (laughing hysterically): HA HA HA! She said you have three nurnies!
Me: No Greta. Two. One two.
Greta: Your nurnies. One two three.
Gunnar (giggling): Ha Ha! She thinks you have 3 nurnies! Maybe she thinks your belly button is the third one.
Me: Okay. I have two. One two. Now can my nurnies stop being the topic of this conversation!