I used to believe…
for some odd reason I was sure that my food, once swallowed, went down to dwell in the land of my stomach, and would have all kinds of adventures.. so, I literally used to speak to my food (how embarassing) and try to tell them who was allowed to be king, in the realm of my tummy. the worst part about it was when a friend came over, and i didn't want to eat my food without instructing it, but I also knew I would be humiliated if I was found out! This was about the age of 4 or 5.
