Treasure is my alter ego.
My daughter thinks he's imaginary. We whisper secrets into his ear late at night and blame him when things go wrong. He makes up all the jokes that I think aren't funny, and he's the one that drew all over her toy box with a sharpie.

Trevor is unknowable. He is all things to all people. He is everything. He is nothing. He is the force that binds the universe together and a snappy dresser. As soon as you get a handle on what he's about, he changes into something totally different. If you stare at him for a long time and let your eyes go out of focus you'll see that he's a 3d image of a sailboat.

This uncle is the only one that I've not told on.