A little while ago, Hurry remarked, 
   "Mom, how come our baby doesn't have a neck?"
   "She has a neck," I laughed.
He tilted his head and looked at her closely.  
   "No.  She has no neck.  I can't see a neck."
So I stretched her out on the floor, lifting her chubby chin.  
   "See? It's in there, all right.  It's just hiding."
   "Huh," he concluded.  "Not like my neck, and not like your neck.  Just a really, really short neck."