Something amazing happened in our house this week. Well, it’s sort of a good news/bad news type thing. The good news is that The Nibbit hasn’t done ANYTHING mischievous, naughty, suspicious or downright wrong for the past week or so. In fact, he’s been the perfect little boy – totally well-behaved for days and days on end. Crazy, right?
What’s even stranger is that right around the time that this angel took over my son’s body, a new tenant took residence in our house. His name? Mr. Nobody.
Now, I haven’t actually seen Mr. Nobody. He is apparently very quick on his feet and sneaky. In fact, I would say he is one wily son of a biotch. And he is responsible for a lot of s**t that’s gone down in our house lately.
Me: “Who took all of the folded laundry out of this basket and used it to decorate your floor?”
The Nibbit: “Um… Mr. Nobody did that.”
Me: “Why are you slamming the door over and over and over again?”
The Nibbit: “I didn’t slam that door over and over and over again. MR. NOBODY slammed that door over and over and over again. I was just sitting here.”
Me: “Who spilled all of this jui… wait, let me guess… Mr. Nobody did it?”
The Nibbit: “Um…….… yup.”
I asked the Nibbit why Mr. Nobody did all of these things and his response was, “Because he is a rotten Mr. Nobody.” Huh. That explains it.
The whole imaginary friend (well, Mr. Nobody is more of a frenemy if you ask me) is new to me. The Loud One gives her stuffed puppies voices and personalities, but for the most part she just talks to herself. (Out loud. At high volume. ALL THE TIME.)
So, for kicks, I Googled “imaginary friends” and that led me to this Wikipedia page which leads with this introduction:
Imaginary friends and imaginary companions are a psychological and social phenomenon where a friendship or other interpersonal relationship takes place in the imagination rather than external physical reality. Imaginary friends are fictional characters created for improvisational role-playing. They often have elaborate personalities and behaviors. They may seem real to their creators, though they are ultimately unreal, as shown by studies. (Taylor, M. (1999) Imaginary Companions and the Children Who Create Them. New York: Oxford University Press)
I have a couple of thoughts on this.
One, if the relationship is taking place in the imagination rather than the external physical reality, then why is my nice, clean, formerly-folded laundry all now spread out all over the floor?
And two, can we just talk about that last sentence for a second? I’m sorry, is it me or did Wiki just tell me that someone, somewhere had to conduct a study to show that imaginary friends are “ultimately unreal?”
First of all, they’re called IMAGINARY friends. Second of all, there is no second of all. They are called IMAGINARY friends.
Even the previous sentence specifically says, “Imaginary friends are fictional characters… blah blah blah.” Yes, because that is what imaginary MEANS.
So of course I’m wondering, how would one even conduct a study to prove that imaginary friends are… wait for it… ultimately unreal?
Of course, I immediately went to Amazon.com and bought the book referenced in the footnote. Now, I’m not sure if Marjorie Taylor, the author of Imaginary Companions and the Children Who Create Them is the one who conducted the study or if she merely references said study in her book. Regardless, I am eager to see what the book says about this study. And yes, of course I will keep you posted. About you know, whether or not the study to determine if imaginary friends are ultimately unreal is ultimately real… or not.
Regardless, I’m hoping that Ms. Taylor can help me figure out how to stop Mr. Nobody from being such an asshole.