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My daughter is an actress but doesn’t attest to it. She speaks using numerous accents, sounding native to each country. Even her Spanish teacher uses her as a vocal model.
During her journey to Scotland last year, her accent easily blended with the Scots. When she imitates our Chinese waitress–friend, she mimics every nuance to such a point that I’m rolling on the floor, tears streaming down my face. “Poke with mixt wikitables? Yes, yes, soup good! Yummy soup!”
She also likes playing with the American-English language. “I’m funct and gruntled today,” she happily announced to me.
“What?!” I incredulously replied.
“Well, if defunct means dead and disgruntled means grumpy, I’m neither. I feel alive and happy!”
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