Meet Sarah...

Jack and I were playing 'kitchen' earlier this evening. I requested a cup of much-needed coffee and Jack happily made it for me. "Oh wait." He said. "I forgot your cweam." He shook in a generous amount of pretend 'cweam' and together we sat, drinking our coffee.

Then the coffee talk began.

Me-You make an awesome cup of coffee, Jack! Who taught you this?

Jack-Sarah did.

Me-Sarah? Who's Sarah?

Jack-My girlfriend. He stands up on his chair and raises his hand above his head. She's this big and when she's here, I'm this big too.

Me-I see. I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Where does she live?

Jack-Over there. Pointing out the window in no particular direction.

Me-When did she teach you how to make coffee?

Jack-She invited me to her house and she cooked me dinner. I watched her cook and I wearned how to make coffee. She makes good coffee.

Me-Wow, she sounds like a nice girl. What did she cook you for dinner?

Jack-Pizza and corn.

Me-I like pizza and corn.

Jack-Me too.

Me-Tell me more about Sarah. What does she look like? Is she here now?

Jack-We had a sweepover at my house and I kissed her head and told her I loved her, but she went home and swept on her own bed. She has brown hair and brown eyes and she's pwetty. A wot of people have brown hair and brown eyes, huh, mom?

Me-Yes, Jack, a lot of people do. So is she here?

Jack-No. She's at work.

We finished our coffee and headed to the kitchen for some 'real' food. We're sitting at the dinner table and Derek begins to ask Jack about his girlfriend, Sarah.

Derek-So tell me about Sarah, Jack.

Jack-Well, she's this tall. Standing on his dinner chair raising his hand above his head to show Sarah's height. And when she's here, I'm this tall, too.

Derek-Is she here right now?

Jack-No, but she's coming over. Can I be excused?

Mom & Dad(in unison)-Yes.

I start to clear the table and try to process what just transpired. It's our first real imaginary friend, and it's a girl. Just then, I hear the front door open and close. Running (and thinking Logan escaped....again) I find Jack standing there.

"Who went out the door?" I ask.

"No one. It was just Sarah. She's here now."

"Can I see her?" I ask.

"Just a minute, mom. We're talking."

As I make my way back to the kitchen, once again, I hear the door open and close. This time I approach it at a much slower speed.

"Who opened the door?"

"It was Sarah. She weft. She had to get back to work."

Only time will answer the dozens of remaining questions I have about the newest member of our family. How long has she been around? Is that who Jack has been 'talking' to whenever I hear him chattering in the next room?

Welcome to the family, Sarah. I hope our Gang Of Seven doesn't frighten you away any time soon.

PS-Thanks for sleeping in your own bed.