I am raising a couple of Canadians.
Of course I know that, but sometimes they use a turn of phrase and it strikes me - these aren't the kids with the guy next door I thought I'd have.
My daughter uses the washroom. Politely. But never bathroom, or restroom.
My son says chesterfield.
And they both, (intermittently, so it's always a shock) say zed.
A-B-C (and so on)
W,X,Y, and ZED.
It doesn't rhyme, and it falls on my still-American ear with a thud.
It comes as a shock sometimes how --despite shared biology--we are so different.
Next year we're talking about putting Rosey in girls' hockey. I'd better pick up some books and study before then - I have a feeling it's going to be a brave new world for me then.