In a funny way, I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of Little A's first imaginary friend. I want to have that in common with her. When I was a little girl, my mother tells me that I was often deep in conversation with mine, but that she now cannot remember what his name was. I don't even know if she knew he was male, but that is my sense of it.The most imaginative play A engages in is when she gets into conversations on her play cell phone. They sound like very businesslike exchanges. When will she invite that person over to play? I'll even make the tea cookies.
