My daughter and her imaginary friend

[Knightmare]

His name is Oobi, like the TV show (http://www.noggin.com/shows/oobi.php). She doesn't have the language skills yet to completely describe him, but apparently he looks like Oobi with a bunny body.
Oobi joins us at our tea parties. Oobi rides in the passenger seat next to me when we go to the park (I have to buckle him up). Oobi ate many cookies last week when "they" were here. Oobi gets blamed for a few things, like when the toilet paper roll ended up, unrolled, on the bathroom floor. Oobi tucks my baby in at night, after I'm done tucking her in. Oobi likes to wake me up at night by "biting" my nose. That's a nice feeling at 4 a.m. It's usually accompanied by a "Honk honk!"

I like that my daughter's imagination is developing. I like her stories she tells me. I like the songs she makes up.

This is so much fun!

[NightAngel]

For a short while my youngest had a giant, stuffed SpongeBob toy. It was almost as big as my son. The kiddo carried that doll around everywhere we had to pretend that it ate, carried on conversations, played games and even had to be taken to the bathroom. We got to a point where we called it Brother Bob instead of SpongeBob.

Now it's "Army Guys". There is an entire battalion living in my house. Which is good because "The Bad Guys" are always trying to infiltrate the kitchen. Those darn Bad Guys are always leaving bombs and landmines around- I'd have been blown all to heck by now if it wasn't for all the Army Guys saving me all the time. :lol:

[iradney]

When I was a kid, my Dad's hand (bear with me) was a crab. I loved that crab, we'd play and have fun...until the one day I stepped on the "crab" and my Dad shouted "oh no! you killed him!" I was inconsolable for days, or so my Pops would have me believe...

[Misanthropical]

My little guy had a stuffed puppy that he named "Cat". Cat had to go everywhere with him or she would cry, so she went everywhere with us. Yes, Cat was a girl.

She ate with us, and often she would want me to bake cookies.

In the middle of the night, Cat would have nightmares, so both my little guy and Cat would sleep in my bed.

Right after we moved up here, Cat got lost and we haven't been able to find her. I have turned the house and the car upside down looking for her, but haven't been able to find her.

My little guy was very upset for awhile saying she ran away. :(

[Crazyredhead]

I never had an imaginary friend when I was a child, does that make me a unimaginative person?? http://www.extremefunnypictures.com/comment/sad_smile.gif

None of my kids have ever come up with an imaginative friend, at least they have never told me.

[Dreamstalker]

I can't remember who/what my first imaginary friend was :( When I got into my Ghostbusters phase, they moved in (now I have them as muses...that can get bizarre).

For a long time I was carrying a huge stuffed Steiff panther around a la Calvin (I still have him someplace...I'm trying to figure out how to re-stuff him with minimal damage).

[Giggle Goose]

This is funny, because I was just watching that movie "Drop Dead Fred" a few days ago. This girl has this imaginary friend named Drop Dead Fred who all of the sudden comes back after she splits up with her husband many years later. He calls her "snot face," which I found really funny.

I never had an imaginary friend, but it sure would be cool to have a Drop Dead Fred come back when I'm having issues. :lol: So you never know, Knightmare, Oobi just might be your daughter's friend for life.

[ZumZum]

Our son's friend was "Brian". We had to make a place at the dinner table for him, buckle him into the car too. I also had to fluff his pillow at night and make sure he was properly covered with the blanket.

It was cool. Didn't last too long, maybe a year or so. Brian was blamed for some incidences as well.

[blas]

I had several imaginary friends as a child.

My mother had never heard of such a thing and wanted to have me examined. Thankfully, my father has several brothers and a sister who all have kids much older than myself and all of them had an imaginary friend at one time or another. It took some convincing before mom finally realized I wasn't a delusional child like she thought I was.

[sportsmom]

This is funny, because I was just watching that movie "Drop Dead Fred" a few days ago. This girl has this imaginary friend named Drop Dead Fred who all of the sudden comes back after she splits up with her husband many years later. He calls her "snot face," which I found really funny.

I never had an imaginary friend, but it sure would be cool to have a Drop Dead Fred come back when I'm having issues. :lol: So you never know, Knightmare, Oobi just might be your daughter's friend for life.

I Love Rik Mayall in that movie! "Look! Cobwebs!"

[reformedwaitress]

I was a very imaginative little kid. I not only HAD imaginary friends with I was little, I WAS my imaginary friends sometimes. My father's favorite story to tell about me was from when I was probably four or four and a half. My father was running late getting home from work and my sister had some kind of doctors appointment so my mom was on her way out the door. The passed on the porch. I was in the house alone less than a minute.

So my father comes in and yells "RW, I'm home!" and there's no response. So he keeps calling my name and there's no response. So he hurries to the room I shared with my sister and finds me on the floor playing with my ponies, where I should be. He says my name again and I don't respond, so he taps me on the shoulder.

Daddy: RW (he obviously used my real name), I was calling you. Why didn't you answer?
Me: Oh, I'm not RW today. I'm Jennifer.

So then we had a long discussion about no matter who I was, I always had to answer when my mother or father called my real name.

I also used to walk down the street with my dog on a leash, my bird on my arm, my cat around my neck and leading my horse.

None of which anyone else could see, of course. ;)

[Broomjockey]

I know I had an imaginary friend, though I don't remember much about him. One thing I do remember though, is one day, long after he stopped coming around, and I had gotten older, I think I was about 10, I remember I was walking past a hallway in my house, and felt a presence at the end of the hall. I turned, and though I couldn't see anything, it still felt familiar, and I said goodbye and thanks, because I was sure it was my imaginary friend come back to check up on me.

Maybe my friend wasn't imaginary, maybe he was a ghost!

[flybye023]

I had an imaginary friend. I don't remember much about him but his name was Mr. Rogers and he would tell me stories.:lol:

My uncle had 4 imaginary friends. He was really creative with their names: Kethpo Porter Johnson, Nesker, Ear, and Horsefly. Kethpo and Nesker were his main buddies.

[Writer Cath]

I sort of didn't have an imaginary friend growing up.

I actually had an imaginary city, and I was the queen.

The city's name was Catherineland.

As if having three sisters wasn't enough, I invented a couple more named Lasagna and Vanilla. There was a cook named Eddie at one point, but he pissed me off and I turned him into a frog. I only recently turned him back.

Apparently I could go off on some rather impressive tangents about the goings-on in Catherineland.

My sisters don't frequent sites like I do, so I can say they had two friends who lived in the sewer named Beem-Beem and Lala.

Man, it feels good to get that off my chest.

Still there are times .... Catherineland > Real World.

This is such a great thread.

[Dreamstalker]

Broomjockey, there was a ghost in my grandparents' house (I say "was" b/c my mom and I haven't seen her since my cousins discovered the upstairs--maybe she wanted to get away from the noise?).

I was rooting around in the attic as usual one day, felt something, looked up, and "saw" her--not a full apparition, but I could tell there was someone there (young woman in a black Victorian dress). Being the curious little squirt that I was at the time, I waved and said "Hi!". Never once did I find it strange that there would be another person up there (later that day, I found an old silver dime on the floor up there that I swear wasn't there before).

Mom thinks she just wanted someone who knew she wasn't "bad" to notice her.

Research on the property has turned up that the entire development was a single farm, and there were servants' quarters, a carriagehouse and a deep pond where my grandparents' house is now (the pond is probably why the basement tended to flood easily). Hmmm...

Cath, that is so cool that you had a whole city to yourself! I didn't have a city, but there was a wooded tract behind my primary school that was rumored to be populated with elves and the like (hmm, maybe that's where I got my Elfquest obsession from). I'd build little houses for them in the winter (one year I was dubbed the "elf housing committee")

[Tanasi]

My parents couldn't afford imaginary friends for me so I had to play with corn cobs.:cry:

[SongsOfDragons]

I had an imaginary enemy. His name was Nob and he was this balding old man in a black suit. His nose was big and he had kind of a crooked mouth...he always used to want to capture me (for reasons unexplored) and this always ensued an elaborate trap being set up while I watched (i.e. set it up) often including Lego and Playmobil. I then proceeded to 'get caught' then 'escape' and then it gets kinda hazy from here...

Actually...reading that might make people think odd thoughts about my childhood...*hides* Nothing like that happened, I was an imaginitive kid I dunno where it came from!!! XP