Literally, Part II

Small boy: Mommy? Where is your imaginary friend, the agent?

Me: The real agent? or my imaginary friend?

Small boy: Your imaginary friend.

Me: I sent her back to New York to live. That’s where she lives, really. I was only borrowing her.

Small boy: Is that really true?

Me: Well, it’s a really true way of explaining it to you.

Small boy: Can I have some chick peas? Heated up in the microwave for 5 seconds? No, 30 seconds?