Last night at the hockey game a little boy about four or five was sitting behind me with his older brother. During the intermission, this conversation between them took place.
LK: Hey! I just saw my frwend over there.
OB: Really? Where?
LK: Over there. His name is Noah.
OB: Yeah, that’s cool. Noah’s cool.
LK: Ummmm. But Noah is….uhhhhh. Noah’s imaginary. He’s an imaginary friend.
OB: Oh, that’s cool. Imaginary friends are cool.