My lovely Kindergarten Teacher Wife told me a story yesterday about an adorable little girl who was talking to herself with an inner-city ghetto slang and accent, and then repeating herself correctly in the King’s English.
She could be an interpreter!
At my engineering school there was an old maintenance building with a low roof. Someone had painted on the metal roof “I used to not spel Enginner and now I our one!”
It was up there for all the four years I was there - and looked like it had been up there for awhile before that.
It was pretty accurate. I helped a lot of guys when it came to writing reports. (And they helped me with my calculus, physics, etc.!!)