Your imaginary friend can't come around here any more.
That's what I told my daughter when she was about 4 or 5. I don't remember exactly when, but it worked. My daughter was an only child and had two imaginary friends, one of whom was a bit naughty. It seemed that whenever someone wrote on the wall, spilled the milk on the floor, broke something, or even washed the bathroom out with the hose, it was always Mary who did it. That's why she had to stop coming around. Sandra was fine. She seemed to behave as much as Marissa did, whic... Read more