Coming up to me while I'm getting ready in the morning, Ellie announces we need to move.
me: Hmm, why?
her: It's my friends (her imaginary friends, I assume), they just keep popping up - they won't leave me alone. We need to move.
That statement makes my eyebrows raise.
Five minutes later:
her: If you open up my stomach there are sticks in there and the food goes down to my tummy and sticks on those sticks.
said with much desperation while doing the potty dance
her: A bag! I need a bag, I need to go pee in a bag!
She has recently developed a phobia of the toilet water rising and coming out of the toilet to "get" her. I was downplaying her phobia until she came running to me with a demand for a bag in which she wanted to "go poop."
I do believe that last one has rendered me speechless.