No, I'm not talking about Demon Baby.
I am talking about his Magical Friend.
His Magical Friend is, according to Demon Baby, "super humongasaurus powerful."
Magical Friend tells him things.
"Mom, Magical Friend says I am the boss and you have to listen to me."
I usually reply with, "Yeah, well, you tell Magical Friend that his logic won't fly in this house."
And I have asked, repeatedly, if Magical Friend has a name. I find the whole "Magical Friend" moniker a little unwieldy."
"Great," I said. Hoping for something like "Sam." "What is his name?"
Magical Friend gets into all sorts of trouble. But clearly, I have gotten so used to Magical Friend that I am now taking him along on excursions. So it was this Sunday at church when his Sunday School teacher approached me.
"You son brough his friend today."
"Oh? Who?" I asked, but honestly, I already knew.
"His Invisible Friend."
"No. No, that can't be," I corrected her. "He doesn't have an Invisible Friend. He has Magical Friend."
"Oh . . . yeah . . . he did say Magical Friend. But since his Magical Friend is Invisible, I thought he was Invisible Friend."
"No. There's a distinction." [Have I mentioned at this point, the lady probably thinks I'm a stark raving lunatic?]
"Well, I had to leave the class for a minute to go get glue, and he told me he would be all right because Magical Friend would watch over him until I got back."
So there you have it. We now are bringing Magical Friend to Sunday School. The secret is out.
I watched The Sixth Sense the other night. I am cool with Magical Friend, as long as Demon Baby doesn't start telling me he sees Dead People.