Monday, February 05, 2018


Sully's first imaginary friends were four grown men named Mario, Raligi, Charlie, and Myles. They had a band, and held band practise in my living room all day every day. Once, I accidentally called them "kids" which was how I found out they were grown adult men. Sully was really offended on their behalf.

"The Guys," as Sully called them, came with us everywhere. When we got into the car, Sully would ask me not to drive until The Guys were all buckled in. Raligi always rode on the roof, Charlie in front beside me. They lived with us, slept in the living room, ate meals with us, etcetera.

Last August, Sully informed me that The Guys had moved into their own house down the street. I don't see a lot of them anymore, though they still drop by occasionally to jam with Sully.

A couple of months ago, Sully made a new imaginary friend. His name is Jemano (sometimes pronounced Ja-may-no, sometimes Ja-maw-no).

 I was brushing my teeth the first time he came over.

Sully appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. "Mom, my new friend Jemano is here."

"Who?" I am always caught off guard when Sully tells me there's someone in the house.

"Them!" He pointed into the living room.


"That's Jemano's last name. Them. Jemano Them. He's my cousin and friend. He's a carrot cutter. I met him at the Rush concert."

"A carrot cutter?"

"He cuts carrots."


"That's his job, cutting carrots."


Jemano doesn't live here or anything; he comes over about once a week. He sits in the living room, cutting carrots. I mean, apparently. You'll remember: he is imaginary, which makes him darn near impossible to see. But Sully says he sits in the living room, cutting carrots.

There's not really anything else to say about that; it's just that Jemano Them was here this morning, cutting carrots, and I thought it should be written about.