So...we've had this problem. Not a big problem...just sort of a creepy, slightly morbid, problem.
You see, Curtis has spent the last few months telling everyone about his brother.
His dead brother.
Who died.
(I know, creepy, right?)
He has embellished this story for many people. He has added details and descriptions that continue to astound and amaze us. (His brother used to pester him at night with his pokey fingers. His brother is up in Heaven watching Curtis to make sure no bad guys get him. His brother doesn't like macaroni and cheese.) But the basis of the story has remained unchanged: He had a brother who is no longer with us. I've argued with him, trying to convince him that I truly never gave birth to another boy. His answer to that was that his brother had another mom. Who, of course, died.
(Remind me, when my son is in therapy years from now, that I should have seen it coming.)
Today the story changed in a bizarre and unexpected manner. Today we found a broken marble.
Meet Joe. Marble Joe.
He is, apparently, Curtis' brother. And we have been regaled with new stories about his brother Joe who, as you can see, is no longer dead.
(Good grief, the therapist bills are going to be astronomical.)
3 comments:
They say kids with imaginary friends have higher IQs.
(They didn't clarify if the friend could be a dead marble, though....)
Maybe he's trying to tell you another boy is coming to your family :) Logan has an entire "pretend" family that he talks about. Makes you wonder what the heck they dream about when they are asleep.
Oh my goodness...I just came back to the blogging world and I laughed so hard that I cried on this one...then I had to read it three more times to different people...where I laughed until I cried...again...and again!
Thank you...I needed a good laugh.
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