A childhood belief about around the house

I used to believe that almost everything in my house was alive. I would go around and give all the things whatever attention I figured they might need depending on their situation; like pour a glss of water into the overflow hole in the bathroom sink because the sink was "thirsty" or rock in the rocking chair really fast to give it some "exercise".
It was also important to talk softly to the spoons, as they were "girls", and somewhat more harshly to the forks, as they were "boys" and so were bound to be more troublesome. Of course, knives were the parents.