Well, “Snowpocalypse ‘11” arrived and brought some freezing rain, sleet, and lots and lots of snow. Husband wasn’t even able to get to the office yesterday and worked from home. And it looks like we’re having another snow day today. But more on that later.
A few weeks ago, Caedmon and I had been grocery shopping and as we pulled into the garage, Caedmon told me he had to get “his boy” from the back.
After a little questioning, I discovered that Caedmon had bought himself an imaginary boy at the store. And he rode home in the back with the groceries. You really can get everything at Walmart.
Apparently this boy is three, like Caedmon. Yet Caedmon gets to boss him around and bring him out only when he feels it’s necessary. He puts him down for a nap occasionally, too. It’d also be nice if he had a name. It’s a little awkward referring to him as Caedmon’s “boy” all the time.
Here are a few conversations we’ve had lately:
Caedmon: Momma, will you help me pick up my dishes?
Me: No, you made the mess by yourself, you can pick it up by yourself.
Caedmon: But I need help!
Me: Tell your “boy” to help you.
Caedmon: I don’t need his help. I’ll do it by myself.
Me: Caedmon! Turn the water off and quit messing around in the bath tub!
Caedmon: But Momma, I’m giving my boy a bath! He’s dirty!
Apparently this boy likes to get dirty and doesn’t help clean up.
I don’t remember a specific imaginary friend as a kid. But I know lots of well adjusted, normal people did. I don’t see anything wrong with Caedmon having an imaginary buddy to play with. But if I have to start setting a place at the table for him, I might have to draw the line.
I’d love to hear about yours and/or your kids’ imaginary friends!