Last night in bed G kept saying she was scared. Sometimes this is a ploy to stay awake. I asked her what she was afraid of and she said, "a wickie witch."
I said, "There is no wickie witch in here, now go to sleep" (yeah I am sympathetic to a point and that point is anytime after 9pm, heh).
She said, "No the wickie witch is on my side. In my mind it's dere."
I said, "Well, tell your mind it isn't really there."
She said, "Well, mom my mind doesn't talk."
Oh the logic of an almost 5 year old!