Q6: Mumma, let's walk home as fast as we can.
Me: Sure. Why?
Q6: I have to feed my birds.
Me: What birds?
Q6: The birds in my room [this was recently moved from C7's room to Q6's]
Me: Oh, the birds.
C7: Q6, those birds aren't real.
Q6: Yes, they are.
C7: NO, they are NOT.
[minor kerfuffle ensues]
Me: C7, Q6's birds are real, just like your stuffie dogs are real.
C7: No, she's imagining it. I'm not.
Me:
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