My redhead has a new friend. His name is The Invisible Man, and he comes everywhere with us. Usually he sits in the back seat of my minivan between the redhead and his big brother. They strap him in with a seat belt because he can't buckle his own. He's engaged to be married to Junia, my diva's long-time imaginary friend. Which tells you a little something about The Invisible Man that you may not have figured out yet.
He's not real.
He does, however, go to school. It seems he wants to learn to read.
This afternoon, as my redhead and I tickled our way through his big brother's soccer practice, my redhead announced, "I think I might have peed my pants a little."
I was surprised. "Didn't you go to the bathroom at school?"
"No. They don't have bathrooms at school."
"I'm sure they do, peanut. Every school has bathrooms."
"Are you sure?"
He put his puzzled face on. "Maybe I don't know where it is."
"Did you ask your teacher?"
"No. 'Cause The Invisible Man knows where it is."
"Oh." Time for my own puzzled face.
"But he's not telling. It's a secret."
Ah. Well that makes more sense, then.
I think it's time to send a discreet note to the teacher. Because it's really not fair if she's only showing the imaginary people where the bathrooms are.