His Name Isn’t Harvey

Welcome to day 8 of 30 Days of Writing, a creative writing challenge masterminded by evil geniuses… mwhahahahahaaha.  Today’s prompt is “Best Friend”. Enjoy, and don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you’ve participated in today’s challenge. You might just make a new friend.


His Name Isn’t Harvey

My older boys are only 3 years apart in age. Which means that growing up, they always had each other to play with. My youngest son, Max, however, is 10 years younger than his closest sibling. Which makes him something of an “only child”, really.

To tell the truth, his big brothers are pretty fabulous when it comes to playing with him and paying attention to him. He is never banned from their rooms, even when they have friends over. I’m always amazed at how close the three of them are, considering the huge age gap.

light saber, star wars, jedi knight, sith, darth vader

Nothing like light sabers to bring a family together.

But as close as they are and as much as the big boys spend time with him, Max occasionally feels frustrated because he is the only one who isn’t a “grown-up”. As a result, he has invented some other children to keep him company. That’s right, he doesn’t have an imaginary friend. He has several.

By far, his best friend is Rinka. I have no idea where the name came from. Rinka lives in Afrikay which is not Africa. You need to take several planes and boats and trains to get to Rinka’s house in Afrikay. It’s very far away, although somehow Max has journeyed there often and completely on his own.

Rinka is the same age as Max and they even share the same birthday. I know, isn’t that a coincidence? However, that is pretty much where their similarities end. You see, unlike Max, Rinka is a mischievous child who does all kinds of pesky things that Max must then make amends for.

For example, Rinka was the one who coloured the toilet seat. Max asked him to stop, but Rinka wouldn’t listen and then ran off just before I discovered the artwork – leaving Max to take the fall. Did I mention that Rinka has the speed of The Flash? Yup, he ran past me so quickly, I never even saw him.

The real problem with Rinka, however, is his parents. To say they are “laissez-faire” is an understatement. Rinka is pretty much allowed to do what he wants, eat what he wants, sleep when he wants and colour what he wants. Plus he has a dragon.

Which means that I am obviously a terrible mother because I don’t let Max do what he wants, eat what he wants, sleep when he wants or colour what he wants and I refuse to buy him a dragon. It would appear that my chocolate chip waffles are the only reason Max keeps me around, really.

fire breathing dragon, lizard, iguana, reptile

Uh huh, real cute until it barbecues the neighbour's pooch.

That’s okay. I can live with that. And with Rinka. You see, Rinka is a little less embarrassing than one of Max’s other imaginary friends. I’m going to say upfront that we did NOT suggest the name and, while there is an abundance of swearing in my house, nobody really uses this particular word. You see, Max’s other imaginary friend is named Mofo.

And, trust me, you don’t even want to know kind of trouble that Mofo gets into.


Now, go! Visit the other wonderfully talented people in the list below and let them know I’m sorry I didn’t have time to visit all of them yesterday. To make up for it, 300 bonus points for everyone!

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  • This is excellent! Love little slices of life like this. Growing up, my brothers 7-8 years older than me, so I know the feeling. They were 11 months apart, so chummed around and such. 

    I’d love to hear more about MoFo! 😀

  • Mofo? Here I go again, showing my naivety 🙂

    Bless his little cotton socks!  I like the idea of his little friend doing all the naughty things.
    My sister had one of those. He lived in a matchbox and was called ‘Carridgeaforward’.  I hope I spelled it right 😀  I have no idea where the name came from, but she carried that matchbox around all the time.

  • I would love to borrow your son’s dragon to roast my neighbor’s pooch.  -I would pay for the privilege-  That friggin’ mongrel sits on their high deck near the fence and barks constantly at me when I’m in my own yard minding my own business.  They won’t take him in either, day or night -they must hate him too.
    The mofo section at the end was hilarious.  My daughter is a single child and hasn’t come up with any imaginary friends yet, but she’s only 2 1/2.

  • Oh, and feel free to give yourself a few points for titling this with a nod to Jimmy Stewart’s friend and film of the same name. (as if you wouldn’t anyway HA!)

  • That’s quite a personality he has created for his imaginary friend.  What adventures they must have.  Too bad he has to pay the price for Rinka’s mischievousness.

  • Wendy

    I have the same thing going on in my family of boys, 4 older and 1 much later. The caboose we called that last one. Or rather the surprising caboose. Loved the story and the first pic. But of course, as my sons,now men, say, men really NEVER lose being a boy in their hearts. So, best keep those light sabres around. I have! 

  • I love that picture of the boys horsing around.  My kids have always gotten along  well but with one being a girl and one being a boy their paths have often diverged on what their interests were. 

    Very cute post.

  • Tami Von Zalez

    Great story – this will make one of my top ten favorites for this challenge!

  •  I love Max and his friends.  My son had a friend named “Kellogg”.  We had to set the table for Kellogg’s meal.  Kellogg did many naughty things, including dumping the contents of his sister’s bottle on her head and making her cry.  Kellogg also drew pictures on the walls and so on.  He was actually a very naughty little bastard.  John finally became a little afraid of Kellogg and he stopped coming over to play, thank God!

  • Oh, what a suck-up!

  • Max, I think, is either to be pitied or heartily admired. I pick the latter. What a smart little kid to have an imaginary friend who’s responsible for all the bad stuff. And Mofo? I can just see it: Nicky: “What did you say young man?” Max: “Oh, I wasn’t talkin’ to you. I was talking’ to Mofo.” Ha, ha. Smart kid. He’s got all his bases covered. 

  • I haven’t been able to get on this blog for hours. Now I’m all behind with my reading 😉

  • I’ve been emailing back and forth with our hosting people and they say they’ve fixed it now, but it’s been pretty flaky all day!

  • MalisaHargrove

    You made me laugh, laugh, laugh! What a delightful treat! I think that MOFO is a perfectly charming name. Max is such a creative, young man! Obviously he has diverse friends and the other, nicer parents must love Max since he visits so often. I am interested in MOFO’s parents though. Wonder what they are like? 

    You have a gorgeous herd of boys! I raised boys too. Aren’t they wonderful? I love it when they get old enough to go to the grocery store to buy milk for you. Then one marvelous day, they turn old enough to go to the liquor store and buy the lovely liquids which helps one survive life with boys. 

    I miss my boys. Enjoy every moment with yours.

  • Ahahahahahah!

    Rinka sounds awesome – but I need to know more about Mofo!

  • I hate it when these things happen and we have no control over it.

  • I love this!!! 
    I’m behind in everything and leaving town and don’t know which end is up and can’t make sense of anything and haven’t read any blogs and almost forgot to do the linky thing and won’t be around to do it for the next two days although I wrote posts so please feel free to read mine even though I won’t be able to read yours until I’m back and then I can play catch up.

  • Thanks, P.J. Yeah, there’s always plenty of action around my house! MoFo is a pretty interesting character, it’s true. We get an awful lot of strange looks when Max starts talking about him in public. 🙂

  • Well, Babs, the “Mo” part of MoFo stands for Mother. I think you can figure out the rest from there 😉

    I don’t think you spelled it correctly, but don’t quote me on that. You know, there are just so many variations of that extremely popular name. 🙂

  • Actually, I wouldn’t mind if the dragon got rid of my neighbour’s cat. It’s an ugly, annoying thing that keeps sneaking into my house.

    Yeah, I’ve got some pretty funny kids. Give your daughter a year or so and you’ll have a whole bunch of blog fodder too. Or you could always give her a sibling… 🙂

  •  Yeah, as if! 🙂

    I’m glad you liked the reference. I love that movie.

  • I love that! The caboose. I might just have to borrow that. Of course, I’d be willing to offer some points in return…  🙂

  • Thanks, Cheryl and thanks for letting Wanda come by and visit! I do love WTF!  🙂

  • Don’t be bitter just because you didn’t think of it first, Dufus 😉

  •  Why, thank you Tami! That’s very sweet of you to say. Here, why don’t you take some points. Will 150 do? 🙂

  • I think Rinka and Kellogg might be one and the same! Naughty little bastards, indeed!!

  • Of course he’s smart and creative, Dufus. He’s my son! 🙂

  • What are Mofo’s parents like? Well, I’ve never met them personally and Max doesn’t mention them, but I imagine they live in a trailer. And own several cars with no engines and several engines with no cars.

    My boys really are wonderful, Malisa. Especially Jake, the 18 year old. Because here in Quebec, 18 is old enough to go to the store and buy Mommy beer and cigarettes. And bring me back the change. 🙂

    I’m glad I made you laugh, my dear.

  • Well, according to Max, Mofo likes it when I drive fast. Actually, I really like that Mofo a lot, but people seem to find that weird. 🙂

  • Thanks LM! And it’s all good, I can post your links if you like for the next couple of days. (I will deduct points for that of course). And don’t worry, we’ll still be here when you get back! 🙂

  • You can have the points
    – I haven’t found anybody who will accept them as payment for anything!   I’ve already used up all of my good ideas over the last two days. I’m not sure that I can top boobs and farts unless I find a way to combine them into one post – and make that one a poem too!

  • I’d totally keep you around for chocolate chip waffles. As for Rinka, I think that’s a pretty ingenious name. I foresee it being one of the top 30 celebrity names of 2012. Wait for it, you’ll see.

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  • My nephew Mason, calls my dad, Poppa MoFo!

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    I’d lock up the kitchen knives when you go to bed at night.

    Just sayin’….


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