Reported by my wife:
A few days ago she and our daughter were in the back stairwell, getting ready to go for a walk. Once she got our daughter into her shoes, my wife sat down to put her own on. While she was doing this, our daughter went down the three steps to the back door.
My wife could hear her down there.
“Who are you talking to, honey?”
“I’m talking to the little girl,” came the reply.
“What little girl?”
“The one right here.”
A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, my wife asked “What does the little girl look like?”
“She looks like a sheet.”
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