From the Mouths of Babes, from huntedthebuffalo
When my older sister was born my parents moved into a small house and in that house the laundry room was right across the kitchen table.
So my sister would often be seen waving and staring and giggling while looking into the laundry room.
This behavior continued for a long time and when she could finally talk they asked her who she was talking to. To this she looked at them and said ‘the little boy’. To this my parents asked if he was nice and to this she waited a moment and then replied ‘yes’.
After this she seemed to grow out of it, and forgot all about it and to my parents relief, dismissed it as an imaginary friend.
They never mentioned it after that.
When I was born, I exhibited the same behavior and when I could talk they asked me who I was talking to.
To this I replied ‘the little boy’.
They once again asked me if he was nice and I did the same thing as my sister, although a little different. ‘Yes,’ I replied. ‘Although I think he is lying.’