Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Just her imagination

Every night, after bath time, when I am drying The Diva off, I tell her to raise her arms up and then I tickle her under her arms. Last night when I did this, The Diva said, "When I tickle Uncle Ronnie like that, he laughs and laughs." I froze in panic. The Diva doesn't have an Uncle Ronnie. We don't know anyone named Ronnie. I started racking my brain as to who could have been around my child for her to be tickling them underneath their arms. So I took a breath and asked her who Uncle Ronnie was.

The Diva: He's my friend
Me: Where did you meet Uncle Ronnie?
The Diva: At a restaurant. We were eating phones.
Me: How old is Uncle Ronnie?
The Diva: He's 40 years old.
Me: What does he look like?
The Diva: He's a big, big man, and he has sprinkles in his hair.
Me: What kind of sprinkles?
The Diva: Chocolate sprinkles.
Me: Where does he live?
The Diva: At home, with his mom and dad.
Me: What do you and Uncle Ronnie do?
The Diva: We like to take baths together.

So let's recap, shall we? My 3 year old daughter's imaginary friend is a large, ticklish, phone-eating middle-aged man who lives at home with his parents. And he likes baths. Where in the world does she get this stuff?


doodlebelle said...

WOW! That girl cracks me up. Just wow.

C. Beth said...

Wow. That is some great future blackmail material, there. :)

greygillfish said...

That conversation would have freaked me out! What an imagination!

My son had an imaginary baby sister for a couple of years. Her name was Groanah Belle. Apparantly we had left her at the hospital and forgot to pick her up. This went on and on.