My father had a terrific sense of humour and would deliberately mispronounce certain words to wind up his fancy-pants daughters. “Patio” became “pay-tio”, that kind of thing. But one word in particular has entered the family lexicon: “gnome”, pronounced “ganOmee”. Not meaning a garden ornament, but a young man of dubious moral/intellectual qualities. Our boyfriends were almost always declared gnomes.
I do this all the time. My son used to roll his eyes, but now he joins in, asking his grandmother for a “fork and ka-nife” or saying “I can do that, it’s my pierogi-tive”
My father had a terrific sense of humour and would deliberately mispronounce certain words to wind up his fancy-pants daughters. “Patio” became “pay-tio”, that kind of thing. But one word in particular has entered the family lexicon: “gnome”, pronounced “ganOmee”. Not meaning a garden ornament, but a young man of dubious moral/intellectual qualities. Our boyfriends were almost always declared gnomes.
I do this all the time. My son used to roll his eyes, but now he joins in, asking his grandmother for a “fork and ka-nife” or saying “I can do that, it’s my pierogi-tive”