Soloman, for a new age

Earlier this week, my quiet reverie was broken by that sound that no mother wants to hear: that high pitched squeal, that was supposed to be a name. This time it was Davin, yelling "EMEEEEEE!" I went to investigate with great haste, because I was sure I didn't want to know what was going on. And sure enough, I didn't want to know.

Aparently, Eme's imaginary friend was pretending to be x, and Davin was upset because he wanted his imaginary friend to pretend to be x. (sigh...)

So I did what any perfectly sane mother would do, I took Eme's and then Davin's imaginary friends, and held one in each hand. I then told both Davin and Eme that they can pretend what ever they want, that their imaginary friends can pretend what ever they want. But that if they, or their friends, fight any more, I was going to take away both imaginary friends, smoosh them together like play-doh, and then split them back up. So unless they wanted a mutant, ruined friend, they had better play nice.

I didn't hear one more fight from them for the rest of the morning ... but I did keep a look out for those nice people in the white jackets, I could use a break.