Cathy says this morning, " What if we're just characters in a book someone's reading ~ and when we go to sleep at night that's when they put the book down and stop reading? " Everyone turns to look at her, half of us thoughtfully, the other half, like she has two heads.
Anna was telling me last night after her shower that she has an imaginary friend named Susan who sits on top of the clock in the bathroom while she's bathing. I asked if she keeps her company in there and Anna told me, "No, she doesn't speak to me."
Of course, I asked her why that is.
"Because she doesn't like me; she likes Theresa better," was the answer.
I didn't know you could have an imaginary friend that doesn't like you. You learn something new every day.
Not to worry, though. Her other two imaginary friends, Rose and Ann, just love her.
Gabriel looked through every page of the newspaper this morning, separating it all into piles and making comments on pictures he found pertinent to his life. He remarked upon the photos of Shaun White (Surely, everyone knows who he is and not just Coloradans, right?) and says, "That's what we're watching." The whole sports section went into the interesting, but not life-changing pile.
The funny pages were diverting, of course, and went into Gabe's personal to-save pile. A green, leaf-patterned bedspread from Target got a nod and went into Mommy's pile. He found a fairly sober picture of Steve Martin strangely compelling, and ended up putting the USA Weekend section into the interesting pile. He pulled out every vitamin ad he could find and laid it on my lap, along with coupons for dog biscuits, which he tells me we need more of, and Pringles potato chips which he assures me we also need. But, the M&M advertisements he saved for himself.
And the world and local news, business, arts and entertainment, the classifieds and one particular ad for bikinis ~ all went into the trash pile.
He's a wonderfully discerning little fellow, isn't he?