Thursday, April 30, 2009

Carler

Carler is the ringleader of E's imaginary friends. But don't call him imaginary in front of her; she'll tell you that he's real, he's just not made.

Because I love the way her mind works, this is the first in an occasional series of Carler stories in which I will endeavor to recreate verbatim what E tells me about him, just as soon as I get to my laptop.

Mama, Carler is seven now. He had a birthday and he's in kindergarten. He lives in a bed that's on a boat that's on a car that's on the roof of SMA's house but he can't sleep there tonight because there's a bear at his house. So he's going to stay in my bed and have a sleepover and I'll keep him safe even though I'm not a mom. I'm going to snuggle him because Carler says he's afraid of bears and because I don't like to be alone so Carler will sleep here, on my shoulder. Carler says he likes my snowman sheets. Carler flies a airplane to school and he is going to fly his airplane onto the bear so he can sleep in his house again one day. Carler says you can go downstairs now, Mama. Goodnight, Mama. Pin It

6 comments:

musingwoman said...

I wish I could live in bed sometimes. :)

Nonnash said...

That is pure gold! E is such a hoot!

ConverseMomma said...

The imaginary phase is so poetic. Jack asked me to come into his "house" Which was the stairs. I sat down on the third step and he started to cry...when I asked him what was wrong he sobbed, you crushed my friends.Yikes!

Suburban Stepmom said...

That is too adorable! My daughter used to have an imaginary friend as well. I see your daughter has quite the imagination and I think it's wonderful! My daughter denies ever having one now ha! ha! Thanks for stopping by my page! I loved your comment.

Stephani said...

glad that carler lives on sammy's house. now i know what that noise was the other night.

aunt angie said...

I would love to get your response to a letter I wrote to my niece about Real vs Fiction, with Santa being the primary example: http://letters-to-katie.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-katie-about-fiction-and-reality.html -- the 9 year-old-niece is pretending that she still believes... I think the 11-year-old niece convinced her that she would get better presents if she still acted like she believed, but of course, there is no proof other than the sudden cessation of questions from the 9 year old mid-December last year.