As an instructor of HEL (History of the English Language), it's cracking me up to watch the Kid picking up the Arkansas/Oklahoma accent. It also puts a nice spoke in the wheel of those who think parents have all that much control over what happens in their children's lives -- she's with us almost all the time; she's with her peers maybe seven hours a day, and only that during the school year. Who is she learning to speak like? Well, it ain't me, can I point that out?
She's getting the Oklahoma monophthong -- mah, she says, for my, and raht, for right.
She's got the Arkansas double diphthong -- da-uh, for day, the-uh, for there.
And cran for crayon. I'm not sure if this is AR or OK. It's very cute, though.
Nearly everything she says these days, I say it right after her. "Stop mocking my accent!" she yells.
"I'm not mocking it," I insist, "I'm recording it! For Science!"
But she doesn't believe me.
Why yes. I am warping my child. How kind of you to ask.