We'd have to begin by reviewing my post on the many colored crayons. Then I'd have to remind you how when you were a kid and you had a lot of crayon stubs left over, you would melt them all together in a muffin tin and you got a crazy sort of rainbow crayon that looked like this:
Meet Peter A.'s crayon... ;)
Now mix that with all the other varying hues of crayons present this weekend at our table and you have our Friday night dinner.
I would tell you that Peter A. has an imaginary girlfriend (by his own admission), but you might not believe me.
I could tell you that said imaginary friend has succeeded in waking Peter A. for minyan six out of the last seven days, but you definitely wouldn't believe me.
Perhaps I should just give up and leave you with a quote I once read:
"The imaginary friends I had as a kid dropped me because their friends thought I didn't exist"