Mr. Funny

My six-year-old daughter, like many children her age, has an imaginary friend. What's a little different is that her imaginary friend is me!

See, I can do a spot-on voice imitation of David Attenborough. Sometimes when I'm giving her her bath, I'll shift into that thatchy, tweedy, wonderfully avuncular accent of his, and she'll just light up. We'll chat about this & that, and she'll natter on and on, more so than she'll usually do with me in my own persona.

But shhh! It's a secret. No one can hear Mr. Funny except her...