new friend

Jackson has a new friend. His name is Kirby. I've not had much experience with imaginary friends...I don't ever remember Ryan or Emily having one. So I was happy to oblige when Jack asked if Emily could sit somewhere else in the car so I could buckle Kirby in next to him on our way to Target. I held the door open as Kirby got out of the car, and we even waited once we got inside for Kirby to catch up. But when Jack walked over to the Starbucks counter and grabbed 2 vanillas (One for me and one for Kirby!), I had to put my foot down. I told him he and Kirby would have to share. And they did. Jack would take a drink and then squat down and hold the milk next to him so Kirby could take a drink. It was really quite sweet.

Anyway, I like Kirby a lot better than Jack's other brother, Emile. I met him the other day when I was giving Jack his bath. "Mom," he said, "my brother, Emile, is in the bath too. He's a rat." I tried to remain calm. After his bath, Jack made a little bed on the floor next to his for his rat brother, Emile, and I'm sure they talked and laughed and played cars into the night. We haven't seen much of Emile since Kirby showed up. And I'm okay with that. Because, really, I just don't like rats. Especially the ones I can't see.