About a year ago my sister, who lives in Virginia, was talking with her
four year old son, Brent. He was asking her why all their relatives from
Wisconsin talk funny and sound like their noses are plugged up.
“They think we have an accent,” she replied.
“But they have an accent, right?”, Brent asked. “They talk funny?”
“Everybody talks in different ways” she tried to explain. “To them, we
sound like we talk very slow and all our words are d-r-a-w-n out.”
His eyes got big, and he whispered seriously, “Oh, no. You mean they
hear funny too?”