Well, at least an idea I had for a post today.
Gnat ate all her chicken, and inquired: “what’s for dessert, father?” (I love that. Sometimes she calls me “Papa,” which makes me feel like Kindly Gepetto; when she calls me “Father” I feel like a Victorian patriarch.)As I was going to write, I want my kids to grow up with English accents and call me "father". I'm not sure how I'm going to work it yet... I could marry an English girl with good teeth, or I could just hire an English nanny maybe.
Sorry, wouldn't work. Kids adopt the common accent of the population they grow up within, irrespective of the accents of their parents or care-givers. When British couples move to the US and have kids here, the kids grow up with American accents.
My neighbors are a married couple. He's from Argentina, and she's from the UK. They're both medical researchers and met each other where they work now, here in San Diego. Both speak English fluently but both have strong and readily identifiable accents betraying their origins.
Having gotten married, they now have two kids and the older is a girl who's about four. She speaks both English and Spanish fluently (or as fluently as any four year old) and apparently she speaks Spanish with her dad's Argentine accent, since that's mostly what she's been exposed to. But in English she has an American accent, which sounds nothing at all like either of her parents.
Yes, I was mostly being facetious. Too bad though!