“Miiiiichael! Michael! Miiiii—iii-iiiiiichaaaaaaeeeeeelllllll…..”
“DragonMonkey, who are you calling?”
“I calling Michael, Mama. I need him get me some more toilet paper.”
Um. Michael? Okay, now I’m curious. “Uhhh, would you like me to get you some toilet paper?”
“Yes, please, Mama.”
“Here you go….. and DragonMonkey? Who is Michael?”
“Michael’s your brother. MICHAAEEEEELLLLL…..”
“DragonMonkey – I don’t have a brother named Michael. Who is Michael?”
“Michael’s your brother, Mama. Michaaeel. MIiiiichaaaeeel, where are you?”
“Miii’ael. ‘ere are you?”
“Look, DragonMonkey, now you’ve got your brother calling for this imaginary person. Is this an imaginary friend or something? Because, honestly, you’re creeping me out.
“No, he’s real. Miiiiichael. Come here!” The DragonMonkey runs around the corner at top speed, in search of Michael.
“Miii’ael! ‘mere!” echoes the Squid, following in his footsteps.
We don’t have any Michaels in our family. I checked his preschool roster – nope. No Michaels there, either.
Dude. Who the heck is Michael?
Imaginary friend who apparently is actually an imaginary uncle.
He should be saying “Uncle Michael.”
Or, uh, there’s a ghost in your house.
Good luck with that.
See if you can get Uncle Michael to clean the bathroom. An imaginary friend like that is WELCOME at my house!
I was going to suggest a ghost as well. Is your house built on an old graveyard?
If you think that’s creepy, wait until one of them has a night terror. OMG!
My 9 year old had an episode a week ago (she had a UTI and was running a fever). She was sitting up in bed, and seemed wide awake, even talking coherently to me, but would then stare at something just over the top of my head and would freak out screaming “stop staring at me!” Totally wigged out me and her Dad! She didn’t remember a thing the next day! Soooooooo wierd!!
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Oh, and Michael is the name of an angel. I would go with that… 🙂
We had an imaginary guy in our house for a while. Amy called him “Mendle”.
When my oldest son was little (like maybe 3) he scared the crap out of me by insisting there was a kid standing in the corner of the living room that I couldn’t see. It wasn’t too long after the Six Sense came out and I have to admit I was wondering if he could see dead people.