Tuesday, July 19, 2005

My kid cracks me up

We've had a variety of imaginary friends hanging out here for months and months, all girls: Becky, Cindy, Cinderella, and Lizzie. Finally, Ben has added some males to the imaginary realm: his neighbors, Dixon and Peterson. You should hear this kid going on about what Dixon and Peterson are up to. We're just waiting to hear something like "Dixon and Peterson landed the Enron account, so they took us all out for drinks."

7 comments:

Piece of Work said...

Oh, how cute! Imaginary friends are so funny. I remember my brother had three--Piggy, Jennifer and Balkit. One day Piggy drowned in a bucket, and that was the last we heard of any of them.

Mona Buonanotte said...

Our boy-child had several imaginary friends when he was younger...George, John, Paul. Alas, no Ringo, or it would have all made sense.

Orange said...

Tonight, Ben was telling his dad about his five children. (Didn't catch their names.) I said, "So you're a dad?"

"No, I'm a mom." I love that boy!

Charlie said...

My sister had an imaginary friend named Sneeplumb. That's the end of my story. Mostly I just wanted to write the name "Sneeplumb." It still makes me giggle.

Emma Goldman said...

My brother had several imaginary friends. He also had many Matchbox cars, two of which were Mario Andretti's race car. Thus, in part due to a slight misunderstanding on his part about the function of "and" in that name, one of his friends was Dretti and another was Mario. ("Driver" and "Johnson" were two others.)

Orange said...

These are hilarious!

Does anyone remember their own imaginary friends? I don't.

Sass said...

I can't remember any imaginary friends, other than the monsters in my basement when I was about 4. They weren't scary, more like my pets. Whenever some adult visitor would get on my nerves, I would threaten that they would have to go down to the basement, where my monsters were. When the adult would sass back and ask "what will they do to me?" I would respond, "you can't even imagine what my monsters can do." Then, according to my mom at least, in a sincere way, I would shake my head sadly and tell them they better be nice or else, like it was beyond my control at that point. Apparently I unnerved a few visitors with my grim predictions.