One day he is able to fly.
One day he is Spiderman.
One day he is Dash.
One day he is Pinocchio.
One day he is a pirate. Or a skeleton.
William has the most vivid imagination of our children. Currently, he won't answer to William, and only answers to John or Michael. Those are the little boys from the story "Peter Pan."
For the past several months, he has had an imaginary friend, Tresiam.
Tresiam is green and has leaves on his head. Sometimes, Tresiam lives in a tree. Sometimes, Tresiam is his daddy. Sometimes, Tresiam is growing in his belly. All the time, Tresiam is his best friend. I initially thought Tresiam was a child at his school. But when I asked the schoolmaster about a "Tresiam" she went through every class roster and told me that there was no one by that name.
Within the past few days, William has another new friend, Straw.
Straw goes everywhere with us.
When I took the children to get their haircut one day last week, William lost Straw. He was on the verge of collapse as we were walking out of the salon and the stylist who had just cut his hair looked at me with a very concerned expression and said, "Oh dear. Did he lose a toy?" Before I could respond, William sobbed, "Straw! I lost MY Straw!!"
The stylist frowned and asked, "Straw? I've never heard of Straw before. What does that look like so I can keep my eyes peeled?" I smiled and said, "It's a plastic thing that you might use to suck fluids from a cup." She gave me a puzzled look and I added, "Don't worry about looking for it. I have a box of 500 at home."
Charlie keeps telling me that he'd like to go on a date night to a comedy club.
But I can't imagine any of the paid professionals could put on as good of a show as what we get for free at home.