Sunday, April 17, 2011
imaginary friends?
This morning Fritz and I had a very interesting conversation while he rationed out Kix cereal into three groups. In what I call his "tough guy" voice (deep, throaty, weird!) he told me he was saving the cereal for his friends. What friends? "Ink and Clink. They live by Cassie. They are my friends." (Imagine this quote with the deep tough guy voice.) Ink and Clink are both boys and big kids. I left it at that and didn't ask any more. I'm not sure if I want to encourage the arrival of imaginary friends into our home. I've heard some horror stories of imaginary friend escapades from other moms. It all smacks rather familiar.... Did you know my sister Bridget had a brother who lived in a pink house down the hill from our home in Pendleton? Look out, Ink and Clink...I'm on to you.
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He was NOT an imaginary friend! There was a pink house that I could see from our house at the bottom of the hill. I was fascinated by a pink house, because ours was boring and brown. So I would look at the pink house all the time and wonder who lived there. And one day I saw a little boy going into the pink house, and I wanted to know him because his house was pink and my house was brown.
ReplyDeleteThis is not hard to understand. I'm not sure how he became my brother, but other than that it was very logical to a 4 year old girl, thankyouverymuch.