Sometimes i talk to stuff.
Okay, first: i LOVE that face Houston makes. He must have special muscles in his mouth to make his lips like that. I hope he doesn't forget how to do that when he grows up.
One time while we were living in England, i was about to eat part of a Kit Kat candy bar. I thought i was alone in the house, and i started thinking about the fate of the candy bar; it was about to be crushed to pulp, swallowed and digested. So i said "Goodbye!" Kind of loudly. Then from upstairs, my dad said "What?" I paused, embarrassed, and said something like "Uh, nothing?"
It's more fun, obviously, to talk to things which can respond. Like dogs. So i was talking to Graham today -- he responds to normal conversation by cocking his head and staring, wondering with his fairly smart (for a dog) brain what in the world i'm talking about. So i told him "Hi Graham. I am a person. You are a dog. I am superior." Zane was with me in the kitchen, and he said "Daddy, you are not superior." in his "You are being silly" voice. Totally adorable. Then he told me i'm the best daddy. Also adorable.