A new game that Katherine and I engage in during our drives to/from pre-school: The Case of the Messed-Up Voice. That usually happens when I drop into some accent or another during our conversation, that in turn a result from my being a Silly Daddy.
Katherine will then declare that she is going to turn into a magical fairy and use her powers to fix my voice. “Hocus-pocus, make Daddy have his voice back!”
Of course, what makes the game fun is that my voice changes to a completely different accent at that point, which I may or may not “notice.”
Good for several minutes of entertainment, and now she wants to have the game played the other way. It’s a hoot listening to her do different voices — something I don’t know I’ve ever heard other kids her age do. She doesn’t do accents per se, but she’ll drop her voice down way low, then do it pipingly high, then all scratchy, etc. Each of them different. And she knows how to end the game, too.
My daughter: the actress. I love it.