uh, mom...

so pratt has imaginary friends.  or as he calls them, "pretend friends".  they call him on his (cars) cell phone a lot.  they show up in the car with us at the bank when suckers are being passed out.  there's nothing quiiiiiiite like having to ask the bank teller for a sucker for lightening mcqueen and mater.  it's uh...well, a little embarrassing.

today they arrived just in time for us to head to kroger.  we're standing in max's room.  i'm changing his diaper.  and pratt is playing behind me.  and announces,

oh, mom!  wook!  lightening mcqueen and mater are here!  


so yes, i go through the whole,

hi guys!  so glad you could come over.  we're about to head to the grocery.  y'all want to go with us? 


pratt answers for them.  because as pratt says, "the cat gets their tongue", a LOT.

so he told me they did want to go.  so i look back at them (yes, staring at nothing next to pratt.  i'm the best mom ever, dang it) and i say,

okay guys.  well, y'all need to get shoes on if you want to go to kroger.  pratt, you too.  get your shoes on. 


and pratt says (i kid you not; i'm dead serious),

uh, mom....they're cars.  they don't wear shoes.  


oh yeah, that's right!!! because i'm the d.a. here.  i'm the one that's asking them to put shoes on.  what was i thinking!?  and pratt is looking at me like i'm an idiot.  like, "of all the moms...i was given THIS one!!"

i just fell out laughing.  like bent at the waist laughing.  pratt rolled his eyes and walked out of the room.  headed downstairs.  all the while, mumbling about how i asked them to put shoes on.  and how funny he thought that was.  like he had a total convo with these imaginary friends down the stairs at my expense!!!

he's 12.  seriously.  12.