Sam speaks of these animals as if they are right next to him engaging with him all day. For instance, yesterday he broke out in a dance and when I asked what he was doing he said, "I'm dancing with the bunnies!" I asked him who was the best dancer and he said Paw Paw the bear. So then I said, "What about the pigs, are they dancing with you too?" And that's when he told me pigs aren't good dancers. Good to know.
Little piggies Geryl and Boo Boo hang out with Sam the most and have become a bit of a problem for me because apparently I'm always setting things on top of them (they are very little I'm told) or worse, I inadvertently sit on them! Luckily Sam is pretty patient with my accidental cruelty; though he's quick to point out when I do it.
Every night before bed we now have to build a gate out of pillows to corral all of his new friends so that they stay in bed with him. As far as I know, no animals have escaped yet so we must have been successful.
Sam assures me these are all nice friends. Though occasionally he tells me there is a ghost here and it is not nice. I try to rush through that conversation because it freaks me out.
In case it isn't already obvious what a crazy imagination this little guy has, I'll tell you one other funny story. The other day I asked him not to jump on the bed. In typical Sam fashion he responded as follows: "Actually, I wasn't jumping on the bed. I was a rocket and I blasted off! And fire came out of my bum! See! Here I go again, BLAST OFF!"