Did I mention he was invisible? Right. Well, we have a new one these days. Apparently L found him "under the bed."
Mom: "Whatcha got there, L?"
L: "A dog. He's so cute, but he's trying to sleep. Can you be quieter?"
Mom: "Right, sorry. [in a whisper] So what's his name?"
L: "Uh... [stupor of thought... then eureka!] Ebe! [pronounced EH-beh]"
Mom: "Ebe, huh? Nice name."
L: "Yeah, um... he's Spanish."
Of course. Fitting.
10 comments:
That is awesome! Reagan has never had an imaginary anything!
My kind of dog. Good work!
GET THE KID A DOG!! how sad he is resorting to imaginary friends! If you hubby wont tell him uncle pete WILL. lol
sorry if ur hubby wont! tell luky uncle pete WILL!
so glad he's imaginary!
My kinda dog. Just as long as I don't have to wipe up any imaginary accidents. I just ran our of imaginary 409.
That little L has a special place in my heart. From the way he snuggled up to me on our first encounter to the picture I snapped of his innocent bird-flippin' and now this. Oh he's got me wrapped his finger. . . in spirit, at least.
P.S. I'm coming to see you. . . VIP anyone? Email to come soon.
Oh lukie. You steal our hearts away. And I love the pix--is that M's hand reaching in there for a litlle pattypat too??? Adooore.
I can't wait to see you again. Lucky us--thanks for making the trip up and out. Nate is happy. {tell Bruce grazi tooooooo.}
That is way awesome! He looks so gentle with his dog. :o)
Love it! Love it! And love it!
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