Several times this afternoon I would be in another room and I'd hear Monkey talking to himself. I ignored it at first, but he was having full, one-sided conversations. I finally asked him who he was talking to and he said his friends.
"Oh," I replied, "what are their names?"
"Ed and Jim and Crystal and..."
"Um, how many are there?"
"Okay." And here is where I decided to let the conversation end. Imaginary friends are normal, right?
But then he continued. "And they live in the walls and when they're in the walls they look like snakes, but when they come out they look regular."
"Okay honey, that's nice."
Now I'm wondering if I should smile and play along or seriously call an exorcist to rid my home of these snake people who live in my walls!