Sometimes I wonder if Baba is a bit barmy. I know he knows my name... so why does he keep calling me Mister? It's a Mistery! He must know my real name because it's what he and Granny were going to call Mummy if only she'd been a boy.
There he goes again. 'Now look here Barbs!' ...see... two can play at your silly game!
"Hello........... BaBarbara!" That's a funny one, but he's not too good at interpreting my sophisticated noises yet to get my joke.
Or maybe he is... I see a wibbly wobbly raspberry coming!