The other day I told my three-year-old a story about a little princess who lived in a castle. Her best friend is a big dog named Sniffy, who always says "Woof!" (which is dog language for whatever Sniffy means to say at that particular moment).
This was a bedtime story, and in it the princess threw a tea party. The guests at the party included Sniffy, the chambermaid, the footman, two dolls, one teddy bear, an owl from the forest, and the dragon who lives on the other side of the hill.
Daughter liked the story a lot. In her opinion it was one of the better of perhaps thirty Sniffy stories that I have made up on the spot at various times.
ENTPs aren't the best fathers overall, I think, but we are a lot of fun at times.