When I was pregnant with my daughter I had a list of fantastic names for her. My top 2 were Audrey and Farrah. I was pretty adament on 1 of these 2 names. After much convincing, my husband finally agreed on Farrah, so clearly you can see why her name is Harlee.
Fast forward 2-1/2 years.
Brody came to interupt my work once again telling me to check out his room. He had cleaned it all up and reorganized it (I know, holy sh!t right?). Anyway, as I was praising his fantasticness, he decided to break the news to me.
"Mom, I have a pretend friend"
Having read somewhere not to laugh or discourage it, I asked him about his friend.
Audrey is its name
The twilight zone theme song starts playing in my head. I am pretty sure he didnt get that name off Sponge Bob Square Pants, so was he revisiting the 1940s in his sleep?
"What does Audrey do?"
Sleeps under me.
Okay, WTF?
"Um, is Audrey a boy or girl?"
"Audrey is a boy mom, he is my second friend and he sleeps under my bed."
Okay, I am slightly relieved and still mildly creeped out.
As I leave Brody and Audrey to watch The incredibles in his room, I tell them both bye.
"Mom, Audrey is following you down the hall"
Yeah, but still.....
1 comment:
The good news is, experts say that children that have imaginary friends tend to be gifted....As in super smart (not telepathic).
The bad news is, it could just be a mean babyghost thats fucking with you to get pregnant again. ;)
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