I'm very glad that Cubby is such an imaginative child. He spends much of his day acting out the things in his head: Flying his plane (the baby activity station with a chair pulled up to it), driving a train (the coffee table with a chair pulled up to it), hunting (you've seen how that goes), and talking about his imaginary friend.
His imaginary friend is (wait for it) . . . Suction Cup.
Yeah, that's what I said. Suction Cup. I refuse to speculate about why he has made his imaginary friend a suction cup of all damn things. It's . . . weird. Yes, weird. That's the word for it.
Suction Cup isn't always around, but he'll enter the conversation very unexpectedly. Cubby will be flying his plane or hunting and then all of the sudden announce that Suction Cup is still sleeping. And he sleeps in a crib because he's a baby suction cup.
But then the next day Cubby will announce that Suction Cup is doing something very dangerous and he (Cubby) had better go see what it is. So Cubby runs into the other room, has a one-sided conversation, and returns to inform me that Suction Cup is using a chainsaw. But it's a small chainsaw, and Suction Cup is a big boy, so it's okay that he's using the chainsaw.
Suction Cup has been variously described as having tentacles, fur, and glasses. Sometimes he swims. He likes to eat cod fish. And lollipops.
Maybe there's a whole family of suction cups, a whole tribe even.
I really have no idea what is going on in that head of Cubby's, but it sure is entertaining to get a glimpse every now and then.