I have something I need to talk with you about.
What is it?
My mother told me you’re just my imaginary friend.
Hm. That’s interesting. Because my mother said the same thing about you. She says you’re not real.
Could this just be a dream?
It could be. But how can we figure out which one of us is real, and which one of us is only a dream?
How about we pinch each other and see who feels it!
Well, maybe both our mothers are right.
Well, either way, I’m glad we’re in the same dream.
Me, too. There’s no one else’s I’d rather be in!