There's something about an English accent that just makes me stop, listen and be totally enthralled. Perhaps it's the romanticism...who knows. The DH and I often watch English made movies and it takes me at least 5 minutes to start to understand the lingo or the speech patterns. Australia, Great Britain and America all speak the same language but the accent and vocabularies of each country sets them apart. Referring to the "hood" of a car as a "bonnet" is just so much more descriptive to me. Of course, accents in America from region to region can be another story in itself.
Both the DH and I are Northern born so we pretty much have nonexistent accents. This gets passed down to our kids just by listening to us speak. Shortly after we moved to the mountains of North Carolina, our daughter who was in second grade at the time came home from school all excited that they were going to be doing a project.
"Mom, the teacher is asking all the kids to bring something to school to help with the project."
"Great...what are you supposed to bring?"
With my limited carpentry skills all I could think of was a whole group of second graders wielding this sharp object around and thinking this was NOT a good idea. So I politely asked our daughter to ask the teacher again if she was sure that's what she wanted her to bring.
The next day, I pick up our daughter and she emphatically told me the teacher said "awl". I'm not a budinsky parent but this just wasn't my idea of safe. It just didn't make sense that the teacher would have her bring this tool to school, especially in light of the fact that kids get frisked for having any sharp object now. So I told her to have the teacher write me a note figuring I had better cover my daughter's and my you-know-what so we wouldn't get in trouble.
The note arrived the next day saying, "Please contribute "OIL" to our science project. A 16 ounce bottle will do. Thank you!"
Don't you just love the English language!
Happy Tuesday and many thanks for all the well wishes....we're working on it!