Well, if they're coming for you, it won't be long til they come for me, too. (Maybe we'll be sharing a room?)
Honestly, I talk to the kids all the time. The other Saturday night, I had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling off. Mollipop was in the bathroom and she wanted me to open the curtains so she could go into the open window and I was trying to explain to her that I couldn't open the curtains until I was dressed, that it was not a good idea for anyone to see Mommy naked....I said that they'd end up poking their eyes out to rid themselves of that sight.
Well, that was the weeekend we were trying to catch Lily, the little stray kitten. My sister and niece had come over that night with flashlights. And as they walked through the back yard, they heard Molli and me "chatting". So they stopped to listen to what I was saying and finally my sister said, "No, we don't want to see you naked!" Scared the crap out of me and, I think, even Molli! Then I realized who it was.

My sister asked me if I always talk with the kids and I always do. We carry on long conversations sometimes, esp if I'm on the computer and one or more comes into the computer room. I talk to them (complain, really) when I'm feeding them that I'm trying to get their food ready as fast as I can and I don't appreciate them yelling at me and could they please be a little more quiet? They don't listen, but at least I feel better. Sandy thinks I'm just a wee bit crazy, but that's OK.
Molli and Tabby will sit on the floor by the fridge and look longingly at the top of the fridge where Da Birds are. Then they'll start yelling at me to PLEASE play with them. "OK, OK! Let's get Da Bird and play for awhile!" And the whole time we're playing I'm chatting with them, too. "Wow, you jumped high! Good job! Nice catch!" It's hilarious.
We talk all the time. So I guess the little men will be here soon.