Conversations with The Boss

The Boss is standing on the edge of the yard, staring out into the wooded area. He begins babbling, and so I ask, Hey, who are you talking to?

I talk to the woods. He answers quickly. As though it were obvious. Ah, the woods. Of course, of course.

What does it say? I ask. He pauses for a long moment before answering.
It says Mama.

I should've known.