#32 My Imaginary Friend Sam
My son had an imaginary friend named Sam when he was three. He would talk to him and laugh when we weren’t in the room. We would always play along with him. We asked him, “What does Sam look like?” And he said, “He’s small. Like me. But he’s not a kid. He has black hair and black eyes.” I looked at my wife and laughed and said, “That doesn’t sound like a nice friend.” And he replied, “Shhh, he’s right behind you.” He wasn’t allowed to play with Sam after that.
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