Talking fingers

Driving down the road, I hear Katelyn in the backseat, grunting. I ask her, "What are you doing back there?"
She says, "Mommy, I'm pulling off my fingers." (like it's a normal thing...)
I laughed and asked her, "Why are you pulling off your fingers?"
She replies, "Because I want them to talk to me." (hmmm....okay...)