anatomy lessons for aging birds

I do a double-take as I open my elbow. Since when does the skin there look like a plucked chicken?  Like a really old, plucked chicken? Freaking ANCIENT.

“Whoa!  What the….? EEEEEEEEEEEW!“

“What are you doing?” asks Rissa.

“Look at this skin!”

“What about it?”

“My inside elbow looks 90!”

“No it does not.”

“Sure easy for you to say, your inside elbow looks like a spring chicken.”

Inside elbow.  That sounds awkward. Crook? Inbow? Elbow Pit? Does it have an actual name?  Like a Latin name?  And now I need to know what it’s really called so that my irrational haranguing over it can have gravitas.  

It strikes me that if the skin on the outside of your elbow is colloquially called the ‘wenis’ that would mean that the skin of the inside elbow is dubbed the…

“WAGINA!!!”

Rissa emphatically says NO.

I show her the skin of my elbow.  “Wenis.”

wenis

Then rotate my arm so that the interior really old plucked chicken elbow skin is on view. “Wagina.”

wagina

 “NO.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Wenis.”  Rotate arm.  “Wagina.”

“NO.  You’re ridiculous.”

I feel my logic is sound.

“Fine.  I’ll look it up.”

Ladies and germs I give you the cubital fossa.

“Fossa cubitalis est mihi senescit.“

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yes, but I’m ridiculous in LATIN.”