The blood of Daddy Nut is steeped in Britannia. His forebears ruled the waves, ate Yorkshire pudding, and drank pots of tea.
Mama Nut comes from another seafaring nation - the Netherlands, home of wooden shoes, tulips, windmills and polder dykes.
The British and the Dutch have several things in common: they are blond and fair, are not known for great teeth, and both love football.
The English often sound like they have a mouth full of marbles when they talk, while the Dutch would seem to have hairballs.
This particular son of Brits and this specific daughter of Holland have very Canadian patterns of speech. Their conversation is peppered with "eh", and "thank you", in an ever so subtle Canadian-twang-meets-neo-Scottish-lilt.
How did it happen then, that Number Three Nephew sounds like a surfer dude? More surprisingly, Four is a little Italian boy (Somebody helpa me! Finda my car!)while Five could have come from Ikea (I see a skewel bus; a yellow skewel bus.)
Pass the pasta smorgasbord, please.
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