Our next door neighbours have a beautiful cat. He’s white and really fluffy, and his name is Dylan. He drives Hairy Dog crazy but does seem to enjoy taunting him.
Anyway, we were watching him yesterday and Mummy said, “Look, there’s Dylan. Can you say ‘Dylan?’”
“Dylan,” I dutifully responded.
“Oh, clever girl!” Mummy gushed, “Can you say it again?”
“D*ldo.” (I can’t put the vowel in for fear of weird traffic, but in case you’ve not figured it out, replace the '*' with an 'i'.)
“D*ldo.” I said again, and have done ever since. I don’t understand – Wot So Funee?