Sitting with my daughter this morning, watching the Macy's Parade, on comes a float called something like "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends."
Charlotte turns to me and says, quite softly, "I have an imaginary friend."
"You do?" I said. "I didn't know that."
"Ben is my imaginary friend. Our baby that died."
"Is he your imaginary friend, too, Mommy?"
"Well, yes, honey, I suppose he is."
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That's so sweet and sad at the same time. I guess that means I have 2 imaginary friends ???
I think of mine as my ghosts.
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