My son had a few imaginary friends ( Max and Ruby) when he was 4 years old...he never really made us do anything for his imaginary friends but I did tell him that they were not allowed to go to school so on our way to pre-school they jumped out and went to the imaginary school and/or the beauty shop.
I kinda miss ol Max and Ruby as my ds is now older ( I wonder if he even remembers them?)
My son has a great and vivid imagination. Which I adore. However, since little on he has had imaginary friends. And they seem to mulitiple. You never know how many may be joining us for breakfast the next morning. There is Sammy, Baby, Baby's sister, Baby's brother, etc.
The imaginary friend some times requires an extra place setting at the diner table. Or I am required to buckle Baby into his car seat or help him wipe his behind. My son will also come up to me and say that Baby hit him or baby told him to do it (something my son is being punished for)
Our psycholoigist tells us that we need to tell our son that he is responsible for his (imaginary) friends and that we don't discpline his friends.
Does anyone have any advice?
My son has a "brother" named Venom (Isiah is Spiderman ya know). Sometimes he talks about Venom and we have played along before but we have had the talk that it's ok to pretend that we have imaginary friends but they have to stay at home and can't be taken to school. Venom even dissappeared for a while because he went on vacation to Canada lol I had an imaginary friend when I was a child and he went with me wherever we went. My family and I still laugh about the time I told a waitress that she was standing on Robins foot, or when I'd walk with my mom holding Robins hand. She still laughs about how embaressed she would get. I had hoped my son would have this imaginary friend, but alas, I will be denied. All it does for you and your family is give you something to look back on and laught.My daughter has an imaginary friend named Alisha. It is usually harmless but when she starts telling people that she spent the night at Alisha's house and got to go places with "Alisha" that I would never let her go...we have to have the talk about telling the truth. One trick I did with my oldest (not adhd) was to ask "did that really happen or was it a dream" because she used to tell her teachers all kinds of stories at school, to the point where the school would call me to make sure we were all ok!
Once I talked to the teacher and told her about the "dream" trick it made life a lot easier. Now my oldest is an actress and gets to have "dreams" all the time.