You can just imagine his delight upon occasionally receiving an armload of catalogs and junk mail while doing some light afternoon reading:
When the mail arrives, there is usually a mad scramble by the kids to get to it first.
Yesterday, even though the J-Dog had the advantage of being, um, stationed right in front of the mail slot, the V-meister beat him to it because she is way ahead in the manual dexterity department.
I was in the kitchen, scraping some dried up Gerber meat sticks off the wall when I heard her exclaim with glee:
“Mama! It’s my girl Carrie!”
Carrie, the imaginary friend, was making an appearance.
I ran into the living room.
“Where is she?”
The V-Meister pointed to a youngish blonde in the Sigrid Olsen catalog that had just arrived with the mail:
“Right there! That’s my girl! Carrie!"
Who would have thunkit?
The elusive Carrie, a catalog model.
At least it wasn't a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog.
6 comments:
I have always, always, always wanted one of those mail slots.
And an imaginary friend.
Adorable pick of J-Dog reading the coupon flier!
Mystery solved I guess! Great pic of him reading the flyer!
Your daughter must have quite the social life, rubbing elbows with models and whatnot.
My older two kids had imaginary friends, too. They eventually just went away all by themselves. The imaginary friends, not the kids. The kids are still here.
I once had an imaginary friend named Amy Elizabeth Rowe. She never made regular appearances to grown ups, but we did have quite a few quality chats.
That. is so cute. All of it.
Wow. I never had such chic imaginary friends. Can she get you clothing discounts?
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