I was on Twitter the other day and Nathan Fillion – if you don’t know who that is we can’t be friends – was taking questions, but only if he could answer no.
This tweet reminded me of a time when my husband used to give my daughter a voice. You see for years my husband has been talking for the dog. I reply to the dog. Joe feels that I give the dog more credit for his humour than he deserves. It’s a thing we do, that may be a little weird.
When the kid was born he started talking for her too, and as she got a little older the baby would ask for a pony virtually every day. Sometimes a dozen ponies. Kid wouldn’t stop asking for ponies.
Now she’s four and a half and it’s hard to remember a time when we hadn’t heard her voice.