"What is going on here?"
"What, Mommy?"
"Oh, nothing honey. I wasn't talking to you."
The boy is sick but he is not stupid. His sister is asleep and his father isn't home. It's just us.
"Then who were you talking to?"
"The toaster."*
There is silence for a moment and then in a slightly softer voice: "Mommy? Did you know that when you talk to the toaster, I can hear you?"
(At least I know the current virus hasn't affected his hearing!)
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*I did not realize the little lever on the side of the toaster had been moved so my toast came out rather dark. While I often carry on conversations with myself througout the day, I do not normally address one appliance in particular.
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