Debra Lally

I realized I hadn't told him about this imaginary friend.

He then described walking into her bedroom after hearing her talking in a one-sided conversation.

Who are you talking to?

He asked.

Our daughter said, Mimi.

Who's Mimi?

He asked, probably smiling ear to ear in his persistently optimistic labradoodle-esque way.

I love him.

Her response was so random that my husband decided to literally act out her response for me.

I have to explain that my husband is very easygoing, not a man of many words, and even less likely to mentally unpack anything that he has experienced.

He is adorably oblivious.

I wouldn't say that he ignores things, but if he ever points something out, saying that it caught his attention really means something.

He's the most live and let live person I know.

To clarify, there are kitchen appliances that are higher maintenance than my husband's.

So play acting his response was not only hilariously random of him, it is still a creepy joke we have.

While I was lying down on our bed, my husband sat down on the floor next to me to act out our four-year-old's response to his question, who's Mimi?

She is singing and freezes, annoyed, mid-song.

While she's seated on the ground looking down, she then very slowly, deliberately, and intermittently lifted her eyes.

Like they're slowly moving, then pausing and moving up again.

Up like going up a five-rung ladder.