“Are those flowers for your wife?” the lady behind me at the grocery coyly smiled, gesturing towards the bouquet of pink gerberas among my items.
“No,” I smiled back. “They’re for my son. His favorite color is pink.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” she replied.
“Actually,” I corrected myself. “They’re for his imaginary friend, it’s his birthday today and we’re having a party.”
I might have been Ryan Gosling at that exact moment, because she melted right there in the checkout line.
“Ohhhhh!” she sighed heavily.
“His friend’s name is Mouse, and we have a cake too,” I added, not missing the opportunity to go for the home run. I pulled out my phone to show her the photo of the cake my wife had picked up that afternoon.
“And we have decorations and presents, we’re doing the whole nine yards,” I continued. “I mean, he’s 3, and when will we ever have the chance to truly embrace an imaginary friend?”
“My youngest is already 8,” she confessed. “I miss those days. Oh, you’re so lucky. This is soooo cute,” she continued gushing.
It’s ridiculous, really. A birthday party for a child’s imaginary friend, but we did it and we did it over the top. We hung our Happy Birthday Banner, put a place setting at the table, wrapped up presents, brought out a cake, and had a singing of Happy Birthday.
Charlie has been talking about his friend Mouse for the past 2 months or so, and as our boys continuously count down to their own birthdays, I casually asked when Mouse’s was. “Next week!” Charlie exclaimed, and so I wrote it on the calendar and we had a party. For an imaginary Mouse.
You NEED to do this. It was the absolute best. day. ever.