I was really happy when Annalisa and Kyra announced the theme for this blog hop. I love that I wasn't the only crazy chicka who had imaginary friends growing up. (Hmmm, I wonder if it's a writer thing ?)
My favorite imaginary friend was one I named Johnny Appleseed. Johnny was a country bumpkin and kind of ignorant. He did everything backwards and/or wrong and I blamed him for absolutely anything I did not want to take responsibility for. I remember telling my mom (very seriously) that Johnny was the one who drank all the milk and then placed the empty carton back on the refrigerator shelf, just to prove to her that he was real.... (LOL)
Now that I'm grown and have my own kids, I should have known all of the imaginary friend antics I pulled on my mother would come back to haunt me. You know, karma and all that..
On that note, allow me introduce you to my daughter Franchesca's imaginary friend: His name is Jean Pierre. JP for short. Unlike my imaginary friend, he's a grand boulevardier! He hails from Paris, but if he gets nervous or upset, he will forget to speak English. Franchesca started asking The Husband and I to pay for French lessons a few years back, so she could communicate with him better. (LOL)
|Here is a picture my daughter drew of good old Jean Pierre, mon Dieu!!|
You see, he's a bit of a trickster, and he will pull funny pranks. For instance, he will steal socks out of the dryer so you can never find a matched pair! But JP's pranks are all harmless, he's very kind at heart and likes to laugh a lot. JP's got a chubby belly like Santa "because all his favorite foods are really fattening and stuff". Oh, and of course, grown ups can't see him, only kids : )
|JP started appearing right around the time Franchesca discovered Bemelmans' Madeline books...|
Hmmm, I wonder if that's a coincidence? LOL