So, Sam has an imaginary friend named Chucky…really…could you come up with a scarier name…no I don’t think so. He randomly talks about Chucky. This was a conversation we had driving to school the other day:
Sam: Mommy do you see that rice in that field?
Me: Yes son
Sam: That is Chucky’s rice.
Me: Is Chucky one of your buddies?
Sam: No mommy he is a farmer.
Then tonight I saw him pushing Baxley’s baby around in it’s stroller and I asked him who he was pushing. His reply: Chucky’s baby.