A long time ago, Declan’s imaginary friends were named “Vo” and about 13 other nameless faceless schlubs who were just along for the ride. As he has matured, his imaginary friends have morphed into his “kids.” As in, he is the teacher and they are his pupils.
What can I say, only children need something to occupy the time, right?
He still totally uses his “kids” to understand the world around him, feel like the boss, or talk through crap that happens at school he can’t get his head around.
Declan: [huge sigh…] “Yeah, well. My kids got in big trouble today. They said the f-word at school.”
Bryan: “Oh really? What did you do?”
Declan: [all nonchalant] “I sent them to the principal’s office. I mean, they said the f-word. What else could I do?”
Bryan: “I see what you mean. That’s a pretty big deal, huh?”
Declan: “Absolutely. You say the f-word, you get in big trouble.”
Declan: “Dada, what’s the f-word?”