I’ve got your number, Jamie

For the past few weeks Student has been talking about her friend Jamie. I want to go to Jamie’s house. Jamie and I went to the movies. Blah blah blah. I didn’t think anything of it until she started saying Jamie was at her school, Jaime is in her classroom. There is no Jamie in her class. Trying to figure the situation out, I stupidly started going back and forth with Student. Sweetie, there is no Jamie in your class. Yes, she is in my class! No, she’s not. Can you show her to me? She’s here! Having that kind of conversation with with a mentally disabled person doesn’t speak much of your intelligence. So I stopped. But she kept going on about Jamie Jamie Jamie.

On Friday she told me how Jamie hit her with a football and walked away without apologizing and how it hurt her feelings. I thought she meant the night before. But no, she meant that day at school. Then I figured it out. Sweetie, do you see Jamie with your eyes? I pointed to my eyes just to make sure we were on the same page. She looked at me like I was the one who needed an adult to follow me around school all day, No. Or do you see Jamie in your mind? I pointed to my head just to make sure. She smiled, yeah.

I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out sooner. Of course Jamie is imaginary. This child doesn’t just hop off to the movies with friends. She needs an adult to remind her to eat her lunch and go to the bathroom. I was feeling pretty ingenious for the ‘do you see her with your eyes’ line though. Huzzah! Victory at last!

The Millionizer says someone has to do some dishes around here ‘cuz she’s tired of eating cereal out of coffee mugs.

[tags]imaginary friends, throw the eggs shells away![/tags]