She heard noises coming from her daughter’s room. A heated conversation, animated chattering.
She listened at the door. Changed tone, one voice, empathetic discussion. She peeked–no toys involved, no dolls. Just her four year old sitting on the bed, talking earnestly.
“Who are you talking to?” she asked.
“How come you’re talking to yourself?”
A surprised look, a ‘duh’ voice: “But Mommy! Because I understand me!”