Okay… so here’s the deal.  My daughter does this…thing.  A thing that I’m sure she wouldn’t do if she wasn’t an only child for the first 6 years of her life and desperate for friends.  The thing is this…  My daughter walks through the house having imaginary conversations with friends or imaginary people or whatever.  And yes… I have gone to great lengths to explain that when she starts school on Monday, she might want to just do this little…um…thing…. at home.  At school she should probably talk to people and kids that are…you know…. real.

So today, she’s doing the thing.  There’s usually skipping involved and so she’s skipping and talking and doing the thing.  I’ve learned to tune this little thing out but sometimes something catches my ear.  Today she said “there’s a lady walking up the driveway.”  I looked up and said “what lady” and AG then told me she was just talking and pretending.

Okedokee.

Fast forward about thirty minutes and I’m desperately trying to get the internet to work.  AG is entertaining herself and I’m in my own little hell with modems and blinky lights and such.  Then I hear “there’s a lady walking up the driveway”.  I pop my head up and say “what lady”?  AG then says, again, that there isn’t a lady in the driveway but she’s just pretending.

Okedokee.

A few hours pass, I go and see a patient, the kids go to a sitter and then we all returned home.  I’m tinkering around the house and AG is entertaining herself.  I’m in my own little world until I hear “there’s a lady walking up the driveway”.  I, forgetting the other events of the day, say “what lady” and then, exasperated, AG looks at me and says “Mom, you need to stop listening to my private conversations”.

Somebody kill me.