Oh no, I thought. “Did you do a poo?”

“Noooooooo,” she wailed in exasperation.

“But why’s your arse stuck together?”

The girls put on their hats and sunblock and went out to play

“My arz, my arzzzzzz.”

I realised she meant her eyes and she was being bothered by some sleep in her eyelashes. You got to love the Eastern Cape accent and clearly I’ve gone native now that I’m back living here, consideirng what my daughter’s picking up from me.

I once told a young American journalist slumming it in a newsroom I worked in in Cape Town to phone my buddy, swell guru Steve Pike, for some quotes on a surfing story she was doing.

“Hi, can I speak to Steve Pork,” I heard young Lara Lopez saying on the phone a moment later.

Picture courtesy of cool public domain images website of pics published prior to 1923.