My daughter has an imaginary friend named Aubrey. She calls Aubrey her “pretend friend.”
Needless to say this thrills me. Not only did I write a novel about an imaginary friend, but I had a long-term imaginary friend when I was a child, too.
So far I have learned that Aubrey:
- Sleeps late and needs to be awakened by a pretend trumpet.
- Goes everywhere with Clara, even if Clara doesn’t mention her.
- Likes puzzles.
I’m so excited.