“Someone hears Pinky’s name too often methinks… Miss Just-Turned-3 walks past with her hands carefully cupped in front of her. I say “what’ve you got there?”. She: “baby”. I: “oo lovely, what’s her name?”. She: “Pindy Uh-tay”. Guffaw. Since then Pindy Uh-tay’s had some boosie milk, a nappy change and, sadly, drowned(?!) in a drawer.