But what do my little ears tell me? My daughter speaks British?
"Here," she daintily says, picking up something from the floor. Except it sounds more like hea'yuh as one would say out there in the motherland. I know she has it in her, so more of those perfectly formed English words are bound to come out.
By the way, I just love watching her sleep. Isn't she so loverly?
When the day comes when I'm off to England to experience the hustle of big-city London and the timeless beauty of the Lake District, I'll find my own Professor Higgins so I may speak like a true Brit. Or Britt.