Imaginary tragedy.

There's been a death in the long list of my daughter's imaginary friends. She was telling Heather about it over the phone the other night. It seems that Triana – a friend that I had never heard of – died the other day. According to Triana's mother, she ate "two thousand five hundred pounds of sugar" and it killed her dead. Her mother buried her and put up "one of those grave things with her name on it."

Heather said, "That's sad." to which my 5-year-old replied, "Yeah, but it happens." Fortunately she's not all broken up about it. Unfortunately it wasn't Kokeeno, who had apparently shown Jordyn the picture of what was wrong with Triana.

I just don't know what to think of all that.