Like Lazarus, it seems Madeline's imaginary friend has a second lease on life. (Read about this bestial man's sudden and unexpected death here.)
Me: Madeline, please stop that. (That referring to her pressing every single button on our landline phone.)
Madeline: I can't. I'm doin' an email.
(No, our landline does not have texting capabilities. Nor does my cell phone. I have no idea where she picks up on this kind of stuff.)
Me: Please stop. Now.
Madeline: I have to finish this email to Feezy.
Me: Feezy? I thought he was dead.
Madeline: No. He's in the phone.
Not on the phone...but in it. So is being trapped in a portable phone some sort of bizarre twist on purgatory for imaginary friends?
Madeline: He's not dead.
I guess not.