For the last few days, P has been telling me about his friend, Beba. Although I cannot see her, I am told she has red hair and wears big glasses. He also informed me yesterday that "she is a big girl, even bigger than you, Mommy." She likes pizza. This morning, P told me he dreamed about her.
P has long been the best of the trio at independent play. It appears this is just another example of his budding imagination at work. I am playing along, although it is surprising to me that a little guy with 2 built-in, same age playmates wants to invite another one to join in. I had always assumed imaginary friends were a product of loneliness.
I did a bit of reading on imaginary friends this morning, just to better understand the psychology behind it all. I did not realize 66% of kids have imaginary playmates at some point. It appears a lot of children use the friends as a place to place blame when they are up to mischief. So far, that has not happened. So Beba, you are welcome around here as long as you stay out of trouble!