This time, Ali wants me to dance with an imaginary grownup so that he doesn't have to. "And be happy," he tells me. "I want to dance with you," I tell him, swaying around the kitchen. "But you're dancing with an imaginary friend!" he reminds me.
Just now he tells Habib- "My friend called me stupid on my phone." The phone is a Mickey Mouse one from Disneyland. If that's the kind of language Disney is using these days, I'd better give thema talking to.