John (in whiny voice): Daddy, James hit me!
Me (in annoyed questioning tone): How? He's over here with me.
John (thinking for a new target): The chair hit me!
Me (getting more annoyed): John, that's not even possible. Did you walk into it?
John (dead serious): The PEOPLE hit me!
Me (getting confused and a little freaked out): What...People?!
John: The Invisible People.
Me (eyes popping out): Um, OK. Let's just go in the other room.
Yikes! I had no idea how to handle that one.
On one hand, I was a little pissed because he was lying and just trying to get me riled up.
On the other hand, I was wondering, "Is he really seeing ghosts or something? Is our house haunted?"
All I could think of was that creepy kid in The Sixth Sense. I definitely don't want him to be this kid:
Does anyone out there have a similar "ghost" story from their kids? I have a funny feeling that this happens more often than people want to admit or talk about. Drop a comment with any good stories...
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