I ask Lincoln, "where's my eyes?" and he almost pokes one out. I ask, "where are your eyes?" and he gets his finger close enough to his own eye that we all start clapping. Then Lincoln notices the dog, and quickly finds her eye. Sorry dog, but he's right. That is, indeed, your eye.
And while clapping for finding another eye, we also say lots of "gentle," "be careful," and "yeah, let's just put the dog outside."
*no dogs were hurt during Lincoln's anatomy lesson*