Imaginary Friend

I thought my seven-year-old son was over imaginary friends.  I guess not.

"Mama, do you know who my imaginary friend is?" he asked.

"No," I said.  "Who is your imaginary friend?"

"Sweet Coon."

"Who?"

"You know, Sweet Coon, the Pokemon."

"Oh," I said, not at all surprised that his imaginary friend would be a Pokemon.  "So what are you going to do with Sweet Coon?"

He thought about that for a second.  "How about we go to Mad Potter?"

"You want to paint ceramics with Sweet Coon at Mad Potter?" 

"Yeah."

Well, that wasn't quite what I expected, but I'm all for creativity, so I piled my kids (and Sweet Coon)into the car and drove to the pottery painting place.  My son painted a mug and a bowl, with Pokemon themes, of course.

"So, are you going to use these?" I asked looking at the finished products.

"No.  They're for Sweet Coon.  He'll eat and drink from them. He needs a cup and bowl, too."

Of course.