Migration and Puddles

Yesterday: "It's fall, so it's time for Black Bowley to migrate. Did you know he's a bird person? He's going to migrate closer to our house so he can spend more time with me. "

Today, at the pumpkin patch, we encountered a large puddle. It went like this:
Kid: "Mom, do you know what that is?"
Mom: "It looks like a puddle with some algae growing in it."
(Disagreement on if we are looking at algae filled puddle or if I am wrong for an as yet unspecified reason)
Kid: "It's Black Bowley's pee. He peed here. (To his friend) DON'T STEP IN IT! It's poisonous! His pee is poisonous! Walk all the way around it!"

Mandasizing

"This is called mandasizing. It's what Black Bowley calls it when you are doing three things at once." (Said while eating, watching TV, and playing with Legos)

Gathering Speed

"Mom, do you know why I'm so fast now?  Black Bowley ran over me while I was taking a nap.  When he runs over you, his footprints leave his speed behind and you get faster. Watch!" (runs speedily up a hill) "If you want I can ask him to run you over so you could get faster too."

Why we burp

"Do you know why I burp so much?  Black Bowley goes down all my rollers and presses the burp activation button."

Schooldays

"Black Bowley's school is the best. It is so much fun. They have no rules and he gets to do whatever he wants ALL DAY. ALL DAY! He doesn't ever have to do a single thing the teachers ask."

(the small child would like to go to this school)

Black Bowley's Eating Habits

In addition to Black Bowley, the Dragon, and the Noisy Frogs (that keep Black Bowley from sleeping and necessitate him creeping into our house), Noisy Creek is populated with giant mechanical robot spiders.  Black Bowley 'kills the spiders by hitting them with his shovel' and then he 'breaks off the legs and eats them.  And guess what? They taste just like watermelon, not like spider.'

An introduction

We began hearing about Black Bowley around my son's fourth birthday.  In the ensuing months, the stories and facts about this imaginary person, who is not quite a friend, have grown clearer and stranger. Here are some of the basics:

He lives at Noisy Creek. He can't sleep there at night because it's so noisy, so he sneaks into our house, crawls under my son's bed, and then pets our dog all night while she sleeps.  He is 'so sneaky, and so gentle, that she doesn't even know he is there petting her.'

He has a pet dragon. Sometimes the dragon follows us around and we have to be very quiet or the dragon will incinerate us. If I speak too loudly during these times, my son panics. 

He's magic.