Our Life with Newey

Samwise has himself an imaginary friend. Well, an imaginary fish, to be exact. His brother (and to the best of my recollection, his father) never did this kind of thing. But a couple of weeks ago when they went camping, the boys went fishing with Grandpa. Sam caught the first fish, which he called Newey (from his last name), they threw Newey back and fished some more.

About a week later, Newey the Newton resurfaced--this time in the form of a drawing of a fish that he carried around for days, cared for, slept with (without wrinkling or tearing!) and so on. He may be on a different drawing now, I'm not sure. Anyhow, he pays a whole lot of attention to Newey--more than a real pet would get, I think. Today I was told (after a conversation on his sister's toy phone) that Newey's mom was coming to live with us, and his dad would be visiting tomorrow after work--he misses his son, after all.

I wonder what it's like to live in that boy's head sometimes...