Oh, I'm laughing so hard, I don't know how well I will do on the typing here.
Faith, last year during hockey season, used to make us bring all the chairs to the dinner table because her imaginary hockey team would come for dinner.
And now, she has an imaginary brother, who of course is the one who makes all the messes and is to blame when anything goes wrong in the house.
And many times, I will respond to Faith when she's talking and she'll simply say "Mommy, I wasn't talk to you, I was talking to my brother".
I'd love to be preoccupied with my imaginary friends!
When did we loose that - our imaginary friends and that world of our own? I want mine back and damn whoever took it away from me! Roar!