For a couple of nights, Animalia has been talking to "The Boy."
"Do you like apples, Boy?..Those aren't apples, Boy, those are apple toes...Silly goose, Boy."
We ask her where The Boy is and she points to him. Last night, she even said, "Right there, do you see him Mama?" I did a dramatic shriek for Daht's benefit and we both laughed, but honestly, thie imaginary friend is a little creepy.
She has other imaginary friends. She likes to fight with her cousin Colie (Animalia says Coh-wee) and she hasn't seen Colie since Easter. "No, no, Cowie! It's Aya's!" She's also started bossing someone named Dancio around. Not sure where she got that name or who Dancio is exactly, but she's the boss of him or her or it. Neither of these is quite as creepy as The Boy.
A friend of my mom's said that her daughter, a teacher, is getting additional certification to teach gifted children. One of the indicators of gifted-ness is imaginary friends. I had imaginary friends. So did my brother. But I don't remember being all creepy about it. I'll have to ask my mom if we creeped her out.
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- flojera_tremenda
- flojera_tremenda means either a giant lazy ass or a great tiredness. I think it describes me perfectly depending on the day. Mi Animalia... a play on my daughter's name. She's my monster, I called her pansona at first, now her name is Animalia and sometimes Mals. And then came baby #2. First she was Magdi or Mads, now she's called Teeny by her doting big sister. Whatever. I'm really enjoying motherhood. It suits me. So I started this blog to keep track of the Animalia and then later Mads and to have somewhere to talk about how cool she is. Not everyone cares about kids. And I mean that in the nicest way possible.
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