GM plays imaginary games. A lot. He usually asks me to play along. And I always manage to give the wrong answers, or say the wrongs things. Somehow, I manage to lose at every imaginary game we play. I guess it's only fair since he's the one imagining the rules.
He also has imaginary friends. A lot of them.
GM: What's my friend's name?
GM: No, that's your friend. (Must be imaginary too)
GM: No, that's my new friend. My friend from Africa. I met him on the internet and I send him e-mail and text messages, and he sends me rocks and sometimes pictures of animals.
Doe anyone think mommy spends too much time on the computer?
Oh, and moments later GM announces, "Imaginary fight at our house! Everyone is throwing cupcakes, pies, and kittens." Kittens?