The other day, while waiting to pick up the 7yo from school I made a comment about the wee girls hair.
I described it as unruly (which it is!).
This caused one of the moms to exclaim that she wished she had an accent so that she could get away with saying interesting words like that.
I wasn’t quite sure what to say!
It did make me realise though, that even after a year, my accent is still a talking point. And, while my sons’ accents get slowly more American, I suspect that mine, at times, gets more Scottish. In a stubborn kind of a way.
Having said that, there are now a remarkable number of American words sneaking into our everyday language. Largely as a result of the boys changing and adapting vocabulary, they (of course) now use the words that their teachers and friends use.
Sweets have become candy. Biscuits are cookies (and if you’re looking for a crunchy biscuit rather than a chewy cookie, you want a crispy cookie…).
One’s bum is definitely now one’s butt. We absolutely do not go to the loo or the toilet, we use the bathroom or the restroom!
We play in the back yard and we do yard work.
We don’t have rubbish anymore, we have trash and it doesn’t go in the bin – it goes in the trash!
Pop fastenings are snaps. Petrol is gas, despite being a liquid… (and yes, I know it’s short for gasoline!). Trainers are sneakers.
Our buggy is now a stroller. And I put the stroller in the trunk not the boot to go to the store, not the shop!
Lego has gained an ‘s’ and become Legos. Maths has lost it’s ‘s’ and become Math.
When arranging to meet, It is no longer quarter to four, it’s quarter of four.
I continue to receive quizzical looks on a regular basis. Most recently I referred to the wee girl’s cot and was asked if I meant crib. I still cannot say diaper, and this causes no end of confusion – why am I taking the wee girl to the bathroom for a nap?!
But, I’m still mum. Unless the 7yo wants to wind me up :)
I’ve linked this post up to #PoCoLo from Verily, Victoria Vocalises.