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The invisible friends

The invisible friends - Vincent Thomas

Today, for close to forty minutes I pretended to be working on my computer, while listening to my four year old playing on his own. He was running up and down, pretending that he was a in a spooky house, chasing ghosts. The whole scene was quite hilarious. He was talking using different voices, landing his voice to the two ghosts he was after.

I liked that he was playing on his own, without asking me to participate. I admired his creativity and his ellaborated scenario. I was entertained about the fact he was scolding the ghosts using the same type of comments my wife would use. I just loved it!

I did not wish to interrupt him because he seemed to have so much fun. I wanted to encourage solo playing. It does not happen too often. To be honest, I would have loved to record the entire scene since it was so adorable. But then he would have seen me and he would have acted a bit instead of being natural. Sometimes, when he realizes that I am making a short movie with my phone, he starts fooling around more than usual.

Thus I was seated at my desk, on my chair, surfing the Internet and pretend working. I did my best to look busy. I saw that he came closer to me twice to check if I was paying attention to him or not. I looked absorbed in my reading and gave him the impression I was ignoring him completely.

He sneaked behind the back of my chair and opened the bottom drawer of my cabinet file. He grabbed a few blank papers and tip toed outside of the room without making a noise. Although I saw him, I kept quiet without letting him know I was aware of his whereabouts.

When he stepped out of the room, I heard him saying :”Oh, boy! That was tough! He almost caught me. Luckily I had my invisible cloak on!” His remark made me smile and laugh. He continued his conversation with the ghost friends all the way downstairs.

When my wife came back from her class held at the group training, I told her about our son’s acting performance. She was amused as much as I was to hear that our kid had made friends with some invisible ghosts.

In the evening, when we were all having dinner, I teased my son telling that he forgot to add some extra chairs for his friends. It was his turn to start laughing. He asked me how did I know about his friends. Both my wife and I replied in the same time : “Parents know everything!”


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