Jack’s blog: Mr. Nicely… Who are you?

Mr. Nicely…. Who are you?

I know about imaginary friends. And I’m thinking my sister Lexi has one she calls ‘Nicely.’ Apparently Nicely needs to give me permission EVERY time I want to use her stuff.

I grab a Barbie car from Lexi… She says ‘Ask Nicely.’

I take a book from Lexi… She says ‘Ask Nicely.’

I take MY train from Lexi…. She says ‘Ask Nicely.’

I look, and there’s never anyone there to ask. So you get my situation, right?

That guy Nicely is like her cool stuff broker or something. And I can’t figure out where that guy is hiding to ask him ANYTHING.

It’s really frustrating that she doesn’t follow up her ‘Ask Nicely’ demand with any details on his particular location. It’s confusing.

So, if you are Mr. Nicely, would you please let me know if I can use my sister’s stuff? Just write a note giving me full and unlimited permission, so I don’t have to keep tracking you down. I get it, you are a busy guy. Me, too.

And if you are imaginary, then just tell my mom‘s imaginary friend, ‘Seriously.’ She’s always talking to Seriously whenever she gets frustrated. And there’s never anyone in the room. Not sure how to break the news to dad about that one.