Last night, my almost eight year old, asked me if we could buy the ingredients for his birthday cake this week. Then he asked if he could have a birthday party.
I asked him who he wanted to invite.
He shrugged, "My friends."
"And who would they be," I asked, hoping for names.
"Oh, you know," he replied earnestly.
"Have I ever seen your friends?" I asked him in a teasing tone.
"Mmmmm.... some of them," he shrugged again, getting board with the conversation.
"Are the rest invisible?" I asked.
He began to laugh, looking this way and that. Leif, who'd been listening all along piped up, "Some of his friends are aliens. He thinks aliens are real!"
. . . this could be a very interesting birthday party . . .