Mickey & Me

To say i'm worried about this would be a wrong choice of words, but it does make me a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable...

J.R has conjured up an imaginary friend.

And his name is Mickey Mouse.

Have You Seen This Duck?

I did not sneak Duck out of the girls' bedroom last night.

And I did not tell J.R that I have no idea where he is.

And I definitely did not suggest she tidy her room in order to find him.

Would I do such a thing?

Ok, ok he's in the washing machine.

The Toys Are Alive

"And what colour is that?" I ask J.R as I pour conditioner into the washing machine drawer. "I don't know" came the reply, "Say Duck, what colour's that!" She exclaims holding her toy duck up high. "Um...Duck, what colour is that?" "Yellow" J.R says in a squeaky little duck voice. "Nooo..." I turn my head to ask her again. "What colour is that? You know don't you." "It's purple!" J.R says triumphantly. "Yes it's purple!" She sets Duck straight as she dances proudly out of the kitchen. "No is NOT yellow, is purple!" Gosh, don't you just love young imaginations?