So today I was happily going about work, taking care of kids, talking to kids, playing kids, keeping kid's from getting run down by cars ect.. We looked for bugs, picked "lovely" flowers, I got the little girl to go on the slide by herself and all that before lunch.

In the midst of all this  I started speaking in an Irish accent.

 Only a couple words, especially ones I say to the children or their parents say frequently. Then I was playing toys with the little boy and we were playing tools. I picked up the hammer and asked him what we should do and he said "Ma-E-son it's not 'hammer'" (the way I say it, with a hard, emphasis going down "A") . "It's 'hammer'". "(soft a and emphasis going up.)

 His mom was like "Everyone talks different, Madison's okay." But I'm just impressed he got it.
Oh, and I went for a long walk with the family. Or as the little girl calls it a "lovely walk. Want to go on a lovely walk Ma-E-son?" And we got ice cream and looked at cows. On our way back the family took me though the town "walks". Which was this path by the river with rock walls, bridges, ivy and moss everywhere. I have to go back and get pictures. The parents showed me what Irish nettle looks like and told me that the only real treatment was Duck Weed which grows right by it. The little boy heard the instructions and was concerned I'd actually hurt myself on the nettle and went ahead and picked some Duck Weed for me just in case.

So a pretty fun day.