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For the last six months Christian has been talking to and about two imaginary friends, Sharky and Stuart Little.  There were family dinners where we had to place extra plates at the dining room table to accommodate these ‘guests’.  If he was talking with no one else around it would be to either Sharky or Stuart Little.  If he talked to one of these imaginary friends in our presence, we would ask what they were doing.  Christian would tell us that Sharky was swimming next to him, or that Stuart Little was enjoying the corn, etc.

Suddenly, he no longer referred to Stuart Little, only Sharky.  This begs the obvious question, “what happened to Stuart Little?”.

“Oh, he’s gone”.

“Where did he go?  Did Sharky eat him?

“Just nothing.”

I kept asking, but Christian would not fold under questioning.  I’m genuinely curious if Sharky ate him.