Donald

I have a 3 year old brother. He doesn't talk about his "friend" as often as he used to now. But there was a time when he kept talking about his friend named "Donald". At first I thought, wow..he's so creative ...he could play by himself. He would pretend to call Donald telling him Hey Donald, I'm over my Daddy's house...want to come over?...then sometimes he would tell me Donald's funny..he taught me how to dance like this..and he would you know...do this little routine. So I thought, oh so Donald's probably a neighbor or something. So I asked his sister who Donald is, she said I don't know...his imaginary friend I guess. His sister went on to tell me how Jon-jon (our brother) would scare her sometimes because sometimes she would hear Jon jon talking in his room or run around the house as if he was playing tag with someone.

Well one time, I was over my dad's girflfriend's house and was sitting on the couch. Jon jon was playing in the living room taking shots at his toddler basket ball hoop. When all of a sudden he stopped and was looking at the kitchen and said "Hey Donald come play with me. Come here! Look ..watch me!"

Being the wussy that I am I froze and was jsut watching him and eyeing the kitchen. Jon then looked at me and back in the kitchen and said "Oh she's my Ate. Come here. She will let us play"

By then I was...freakin' out..but I pretended to act cool and managed to say "Who are you talking to honey?" he then said...I'm talking to Donald

"Where's Donald?"

"He's there right now.." and he pointed towards the area above his toddler basketball hoop which is a good 5 feet above the floor.

"What does he look like?" I asked

"He's a little boy..like me.." then he said "Donald! Don't leave yet!!!" my brother then turned to me with a disappointed look on his face and said "Donald's gone..."

Story by: Triglyceride on PEX