"Some people's moms are dead and den no one's bossin' 'em around! My wook fwiends moms is dead, they's got no one bossin' 'em!" little kid announced.
This is a recurring theme, his imaginary friends and their dead mothers. Sometimes they have mothers that let them do crazy shit, like bake cupcakes every single day and frost them by themselves. Sometimes they are adults who can do whatever they want. But often their mothers are dead or have died recently.
"little kid, do you know how sad you would be if I died? You started to cry when I came back from my 3 hour hair appointment today because you had missed me so much. If I was dead you could never talk to me, hug me, kiss me, snuggle me, play with me--nothing, ever again. You would miss me forever."
"Well...I could talk to ya when you was up wif God. Pippi Longstocking talks to her mumum and she's dead. I'd get to see ya when I go up wif God, too."
"But I could never talk back. I couldn't be here for you during your life. You'd be talking to me and missing me, but you wouldn't get to see me or be with me again for a very, very long time. It would be very sad for you, little kid."
He looked pensive. "Yeah, a little bit sad. Dere would be no lunch."
Detecting the pissed off look on my face, he started to talk about how much his work friends missed their dead mothers. I just sort of ignored him, so he paused for a moment and then went on to mention how his work friends still got lunch since they still had dads.
"It's a good thing I got's a dad, dontcha think?" he finished.