Home Of Imaginary Friends

It's no secret that as the mother of two young girls, I have in fact got all sorts of characters living at my house.  There's plenty of ballet-dancing by day, imaginary Angel Babies in the car, mermaid pool-parties at bath time, and Love-teddies for bedtime.  Then there's the real bird, real fish, real tadpoles, and a garden fountain made of two spitting frogs (long story) the girls call Queen Bubbles and Princess Pop.  Lotti has a dress with a belt which she loves to wear and act the part of a dog while her big sister takes her for a walk holding the end of the belt (yes, it is as embarrassing as it sounds).  Mimi is frequently playing the part of a variety of roles which range from Good-Girl to Total-Terror... and the list goes on.
With all these characters coming and going, it's easy to forget what's real and get lost in a world of make believe.  It's tempting to lose patience with the imaginary friends, the muddy dog-knees, and the spitting frogs... but if you were to give that away then you'd miss out on the Snuggle-Bunny kisses and the beautiful ballerinas who make you so proud... sigh.  Families are complicated things, and I wouldn't change it for the world.... except maybe the 'walking the dog bit' that's getting old already...