During our early morning visit to the grocery store, the nice lady at the flower shop gave Tyson a red balloon. Although I was very much grateful, all I could think about was Tyson dragging this balloon through the store followed by him accidently letting it go and begging for another one. Well, neither happened. The lady provided a little clip for Tyson to clip onto his jacket and that surprisingly worked. When we got in the car Tyson introduced me to his new friend Ballooney.Yes, he named the balloon. Not only did he name the balloon, but apparently the balloon talks, gets hungry and has feelings too! He told me that Ballooney would like Cheez-its for snack which really meant that Tyson wanted Cheez-its for snack. Ballooney's request didn't sit well with me since Tyson is clearly a Cheez-it addict and is supposedly going through Cheez-it rehab! Ballooney also told me that he needed a nap after lunch and would read a book tomorrow. As much as I would like to tell Ballooney off and inform him that I run this ship, I couldn't help but indulge in this whole imaginary friend obsession. I love Tyson and Orlando's imaginations. It reminds me of when I was a kid and would put on little skits for my grandfather. I too made up little imaginary friends as a kid. It was the best thing ever!
Not only are the boys inviting imaginary friends into our home but by the looks of things they are absolutely sick of this cold winter. I walked into their room the other day and they were laying out on the rug. Orlando with his sunglasses on told me that they were at the beach enjoying the sun! I told them I didn't want to disturb their Zen so I quietly turned around and escorted myself out of their little paradise. Kids and their little imaginations. Maybe us adults could learn a thing or two from them.
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