You know, more than a year has already passed, and I still clearly remember the moment when my three-year-old daughter became friends with Cutlet.
We sat with her in the kitchen, she ate, and at the same time began to feed someone else sitting next to her. Cutlet, said, also wants to eat. I, of course, laughed to myself.
My acquaintance with the Cutlet
At that time, my youngest daughter was about a month old, and my grandmothers sometimes took the eldest to her for a day. Exactly after she was visiting her mother-in-law, she brought the Cutlet with her.
Probably, I think, she didn’t want to eat something and her mother-in-law told her some story related to the cutlet, or she didn’t want to eat the cutlet itself.
The days passed, and the Cutlet did not disappear, but, on the contrary, became our fifth member of the family. Her daughter fed, watered, we all walked together, with one hand I was carrying a stroller, the other was holding Nick (this is the eldest daughter), and she, of course, was holding the Cutlet.
Then it turned out that the mother-in-law did not say anything of the kind, and all this is the fruit of my daughter’s imagination.
Fiction or mysticism?
Honestly, I was very interested in why the COTHER, and not some animal or cartoon character? I asked how many times she looked, how old she was, but I didn’t get anything intelligible in return, but only a phrase like me or like me, in short, it was clear that the image was not thought out.
I didn’t worry too much about this, I had a fantasy daughter, I always loved to play role-playing games, I only played mostly with soft toys, and now with Cutlet. You can not say about my girlfriend.
A friend, having looked at more than one season of extrasensory battle, began to gently hint at me that she could really see someone, because children have extrasensory sensations better than ours, you never know.
I didn’t see any mysticism, just a little attention was paid to the child because of the younger sister, so she thought up a friend for herself.
Getting along was hard
It was not easy to live with the Cutlet, if only because I did not see her, so I could sit on it, could lie where the Cutlet had already slept, I did not always manage to slap the Cutlet on time when she danced or sang, I often I woke up when I started to talk loudly, I didn’t always have the patience to wait for the Cutlet to put on the street.
Nick stubbornly argued that the meatball is always next to her, and she does not understand why we do not see it. It seems to me that she herself began to believe in her existence. It annoyed me sometimes, and there were moments when I was really starting to worry about Nick.
Farewell to the Cutlet
Once we went to the market and chose vegetables, for the child, the occupation is not particularly interesting. Then Nick spreads her arms wide and with a cry. Mom, look, the Cutlet runs towards me, she, with her arms wide open, runs towards the Cutlet, shouting hello, and starts to hug her.
At that moment I felt a little creepy, and I wanted to get rid of the obsessive concubine. Soon it happened. The cutlet lived with us for about 6 months, but the last 2 months my daughter remembered her with a smile, rarely and, apparently, out of habit.
The older the sister became, the less often the Cutlet appeared, and then disappeared altogether. Even if you ask her about the Cutlet now, she will remember and smile.
Did your children have such friends?