Jack bowed his head. “Thank ee, Lord, fer th’ food on th’ table, th clothes on oor backs, an th roof o’er oor haids. Amen.”
As he picked up his fork, Frank said to his son, “Jack, are you excited to be going to school? I hear you will be with the fives, even though you’re only four. Big for your age, though. I don’t think the fives will know unless someone tells them.”
“Ah’m nae skeert, Da.”
Frank looked directly at his son. “You know, son, there will be many children that will be speaking Canadian English. They might not understand you well. I think it will be easier for you to speak more like I do. Suppose you can try to do that?”
Jack sat up straight and pulled in his chin a bit. He did his best imitation of his father, even lowering his pitch as much as he could. “Son, do you suppose you can speak like me?”
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