I never had an imaginary friend, but my late sister, Carol, did.
Her friend was named Jeanie. Jeanie appeared when I went to school,
disappeared about the time Carol went to first grade.
Locklan has an imaginary frog who lives on the top step in my house.
When you go down the stairs, you have to be careful not to step on him.
When you go up the stairs, you have to stop to either tickle the frog or hug him...
there are days when Locklan expects you to kiss the frog.
Last week, Locklan had chapped lips. Being the indulgent granny that I am,
I gave him his own chapstick.
He was very good about using it...although he used a half stick on his lips...
the other half on the top step...apparently the frog had chapped lips too!
~and no, I did not get a photo of that...was too busy cleaning the step~
The next day, after I explained that frogs did not really have lips, so there was no need for chapstick,
he was walking up the stairs in front of me...
He stopped and placed something on the stair. I couldn't see what it was until he turned around...
I looked again...
He had taken the bottle cap from my Bai bottle, took a tiny scrap from my sewing room
and made a bed for his frog!
Isn't he just too stinkin' cute?