We had a playdate this afternoon with friends who speak with British accents.
While at their house, in their kitchen, the mom spotted some to-mah-to sauce on her youngest son's cheek. I made no comment about my friend Angela's pronunciation. She and her husband bandy a lot of words rarely heard stateside. They also carry a tradition that I thought had met extinction: their kids request to be excused from the table after a meal.
Back at our batcave, one minute ago, Miles looked out our kitchen window and asked,
"When we wake up to-mah-to morning, will the snow be sticky?"
And a few minutes before that, when Miles finished dinner, he asked "May I please be mis-tused?"