Imagine That
June 12, 2007
I walk into the room and my five year old daughter is talking in an otherwise empty room.
Me: Who are you talking to?
Daughter (bashfully): No one.
Me: Do you have an imaginary friend?
Daughter: Um…
She always says “Um…” when she wants an explanation but doesn’t want to admit that she doesn’t know what’s going on or if she can’t understand why things are just that way. I don’t know where she gets it from.
Me: An imaginary friend is someone only you can see or hear. It’s OK to have one – it’s what’s good about being a kid.
(Not so much as an adult, eh Winston?)
Daughter: Well, I wish I had a real ‘maginary friend.
Me: Well why don’t you have one?
Daughter (sadly): I’ve only got a pretend one.
Me: Well there you go.
Daughter: But he’s not a real ‘maginary friend.
Me: Well, what’s their name?
Daughter: I don’t know daddy, they’re not real.
Me: Um…
Daughter, 5: I wish I had a proper ‘maginary friend.
8 comments
Oh , My.
should a grown man find that as moving as I did?
Having an imaginary friend is a sign of a high IQ. Or so Mr Squiggly says.
That is lovely, Cliff. I hope she names her imaginary friend even if he’s not proper. They are the best ones.
Hang on. Winston Squiggly?
No way! We are talking about the same imaginary guy, right? Winston J Arthur Squiggly?
I saw that.
I never had an imaginary friend. I never had any real friends, either, which is a sign of a sociopathic psychofreak in the making. Luckily I turned out alright, or so my social worker says.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.