Imaginary Friend Tragedy - Part 2

I recently followed up with my son to see how the dilemna with his imaginary friend was going. If you did not read my first post about this, read the post directly below this one first. Here is our conversation:

Me: So, is your imaginary friend talking to you yet?

A: No, he is at grandma's house.

Me: At grandma's house, why is he there?

A: Because he is in a time-out. He's in the bedroom in a time-out.

Me: Oh, okay. Did you find out why he was mad at you and no longer talking to you?

A: He was mad at me because I hit him.

Me: Oh, I see. Well, it is not very nice to hit. I can see why he'd be mad.

A: Yeah, but I hit him because he bit me. He bit me because I told him he could not have my lunch.

Me: Well, have you decided what you are going to do about this?

A: Well. . . I thought about making up a new imaginary friend, but then I figured he would just try to take my lunch and bite me too. So I decided it is just not worth it.

Since this conversation, I've not heard anything else about imaginary friends.

Tragedies of a 4 year old

First of all - YEAH!!! We are back online. This blog was identified as a spam blog and disabled for a few days, but blogger has been awesome, checked it out and re-enabled me as they determined I am in fact NOT a spam blog. Whoohoo!

Now - on to the tragedy of the day - or I should say the week as I was going to blog about this the end of last week when I found out I was disabled.

My 4 1/2 year old informed us the other day that he was very sad. The whole puppy dog pathetic look and all. Why? Because his imaginary friend was not talking to him any longer. Apparently he did something to make his imaginary friend mad, though he knows not what and now the friend will no longer play with him or talk to him.

Two thoughts come to mind:

1. How pathetic is it when not even your imaginary friend will talk to you.
2. How do you be sympathetic and comforting when you are having to bite your cheeks from laughing?