Luke and I were sitting downstairs. Christian came in from playing outside and was soaked from the waist down from the creek. He went upstairs to change. A few minutes later we heard him talking in his room.
Luke to me: "who is he talking to?"
Me: "it's imaginative play."
Luke with a doubtful sort of look yells toward the stairs: "Christian, who are you talking to?"
a pause...all is quiet. Finally Christian yells back: