Thomas has an imaginary friend. His name is Gobie. Gobie does lots of different things. He sometimes is in jail (Bryon is an attorney and that word is thrown around in our house from time time) sometimes at his office, or sometimes dead. I will catch him talking or singing to Gobie and we have to watch where we walk so as not to step on him.
Thomas is also obsessed with the color red. He wants red underwear, red socks, red spoon/plate/cup. He wants Bryon to pump the red gas (red handle). He starts squealing when he sees red cars on the road. Not suprisingly, Gobie has red all over him, has a red office, and drives a red car. Very cute.
I think there has been one person in each generation of my family who has had an imaginary friend. My sister had one named Mark Jista who lived at Towne Crier, a restaurant in Abilene. My mother had one named DeeDah which, strangely, is what my kids call my dad. Her aunt had one named B'Dea.
I, being extremely practical and literal, don't quite understand the fascination with imaginary friends, but I have to admit that I love watching Thomas "interact" with Gobie!
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Too cute. Rachel who is now 7 years, had an imaginary friend at age 3 named Connie from California. My husband hired a book-keeper some time after that with the name, "Connie." Rachel was little confused.
My sister and husband went to Harding. Not too many good restaurants in Searcy!
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