Find a happy place…

(Showing me a picture of a page broken into four quadrants and each labelled Felix, Oscar, Liam, Max.)

Me: Who’s Max
Felix: My imaginary friend
M: Cool, is he with you all the time?
F: No, just sometimes

M: Is he a boy like you or something else, like a Transformer?
F: He’s like me
M: Is he the same age as you?
F: Yes he’s five. Five and a half.
F: He lives in the sky
M: That’s cool. What sort of things do you like to do with Max?
F: We play imaginary checkers. It’s his game. I have to go to the sky to play it with him.