My 12 year old is a huge soccer fan, and loves to listen to Scotsman Tommy Smith commentate European matches. Riley does a dead-on impression of Smith. During one of these matches, Ri swaggered into the kitchen, Scot’s accent in full force, and propped one leg up on a kitchen chair.
“You know lass, I’ve always wanted to wear a kilt and feel the breeze on my manliness.” He cocked an eyebrow, and pointed a finger gun at me, “You know what I mean by my manliness, don’tcha?
Oh good Lord, yes I do.
Winking at me, he swaggered away nodding, “Yeaaah.”