A conversation with my two year old at bathtime…
Frog: “Mummy, I have friend. He called John Jelly Moo.”
Me: “Really? Where does he live?”
Frog: “My bedroom.”
Me (gulping): “Right. And what does he look like?”
Frog (exasperated): “Silly Mummy! John Jelly Moo has beard and buttons.”
Me: “Oh. And his hair?”
Frog: “Silly! It BLUE!”
It would appear my child has her first imaginary friend. At least, she did, until about ten minutes later…
Frog: “Mummy, John Jelly Moo gone now.”
Me: “Oh dear, why did he go?”
Frog: “We had row. He like little girl. Not me. I grumpy. I sad now.”
My own imaginary “friends” lasted at least six months. My mother still delights in reminding me of my odd behaviour. While other little girls chatted to their dolls or their imaginary friends who were also little girls, I had something a tad, um, different.
My own imaginary friend was actually an imaginary “Mum”. Her name was Ampee Sugal. Ampee Sugal had a daughter called Ampee Rollo. Ampee Rollo was my imaginary sister. I know, I know. Strange child.
Looks like my daughter takes after me. You can’t say we’re not original at least…
This made me laugh, what a sweetie!
Made me laugh too – the child is so random! x
Your daughter should be more discerning in her imaginary friends. I’ve always made sure I’ve chosen all mine for their wholehearted admiration of all I ever do or say!
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Somehow my email updates for your blog had unsubscribed themselves, and I thought the lack of messages meant you’d gone quiet. Glad to see I was wrong, and I’ve signed up again now! John Jelly Moo sounds rather like Father Christmas’s twin, don’t you think?