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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

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Aimee

So cute. Rebecca was three, I think, when her first imaginary friend appeared. She was in the shower at my mom's house. She called me to help her get out and when I opened the shower door with a towel in my hand, she told me, "You need another towel for Katie." And then Katie was with us for a while. Then it was someone else, and now, at 5, she just has them for the duration of a specific scenario she needs another 'person' for, sometimes she requires me to interact with them, sometimes not.

mijk

the image of someone nursing an imaginairy friend in public made me laugh so hard I had to delurk for it! Thanks for the laugh..!

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