I want my mulk!

Clay has learned to speak some words in a Kiwi accent. He just walked into the room and said "I want my mulk (milk)". It's good woody accent (ref Monty Python's skit on woody words) in many ways, other food examples being "fush and chups". It's also a delightfully informal language at times. At other times, to our "twangy" American ears, the accent seems slightly pinched, as in the radio ad by an outfit that sells those furniture items we sleep on, in which the man exclaims: Back to Bead!

Anyhow Clay has learned several pronunications and phrases (e.g. I see your knickers) that are distinctly Kiwi/British, and Estin (Eastin) is sporting the complete package, especially when at school.

Here are some pics of Clay discovering the joys of twister as conceived by Mark, and egged on by Ali as well, at a pancake breakfast we had this morning: