I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before (remember I have four kids so my memory is shot! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it) but my now four year old daughter has had an imaginary friend for some time now.
Like, about a year and a half.
And his name is Jake. From State Farm.
Sidebar: For those of you out of the US, I’m not sure if you have State Farm insurance available but let’s just say this marketing campaign was very successful at out house.)
So the four year old talks to him and about him. He’s been a fairly integral part of our world until lately.
The sentence, “If Jake from State Farm isn’t here in thirty seconds I’m leaving without him!” has actually escaped from my lips.
And then she turned four.
I don’t know if she’s just growing up or if she doesn’t need her security blanket of a pretend friend as much anymore, but she’s letting go of Jake from State Farm.
I asked her if they were still friends and she said yes, except he’s being a butt.
Maybe this is her way of growing up just a little more right before my very eyes.
I’m so not ready for that.
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