Kai-versations: That's it. We're moving.

Kai is an extraordinarily imaginative child. The depths of her imagination sometimes scares the living crap out of me.

We have a couple of imaginary friends, Deebai and Heehaw, that moved in with us right after we moved into this house. I always attributed it to the fact that we moved in about 4 days after her sister was born (that's another post for another day) and that it was a coping mechanism of a new baby and a new house. I didn't really worry about it too much.

Even when she told me Deebai went to high school in Africa and I didn't know she even knew anything about high school or Africa.

Or when she said Deebai and Heehaw slept in the tree out in front of our house.

Or after the time they were picked up by the cops for walking down the highway in her panties. (true story.)

Or, when their friend Sally moved in because her parents died.

Or even after the last time we went to a friend's house and she was crying in their playroom because Heehaw locked her away in a room where no one else in the world could see or talk to her.

Yeah, even then I didn't worry.

But, the other night, her imaginary world got a little too scary for me.


Kai: "Hey, Mom. Do you ever hear people whispering about things and you know it's not Ivy or Me or Daddy?"

Me: "Um...no. Why?"

Kai: "Just wondering. 'Cause I think sometimes Heaven is talking to me."

Me, more than just a little freaked out: "What makes you say that?"

Kai: "Well, last night this I heard this boy's voice and he told me he was going to marry me!"

Me, completely freaked out: "Uh, who was this boy?"

Kai, laughing: "I don't know. He forgot to give me his name. Isn't that silly?"

More like terrifying. Um, what the heck do I do about that?