stan the man

Griffin has his first imaginary friend. You hear all about how babies like black and white patterns and faces, right? Well, instead of going out and spending a bunch of money on some mobile he’ll be bored with in a couple of months, I decided to create a home-made version. I broke out a black Sharpie™ and a piece of recycled paper and voila: Stan was born. With a bit of kitchen string and some masking tape, I affixed the crude smiley face to a prime viewing location over Grip’s swing and plopped him in, eager to see how he liked his mom’s handiwork. I figured he’d find it vaguely interesting, but I never expected that he would develop a relationship with it. He actually has conversations (albeit one-sided) with Stan and will occasionally burst out in a fit of giggles. I’m not sure why it freaks me out, if it’s that he’s interacting with a paper smiley-face, or that he already has private jokes I’m not in on. But for the time being, at least: welcome to the family, Stan.