We are walking to get our mail after work, and Miles makes a smart remark about the clicking sound that my boot heels make against the pavement. I declare with indignation, "You're making fun of my boots! I love my boots!"

This amuses him. He tells me that I say "boots" all Southern-like. I deny it. Of course I deny it. It's not true. I am firm on this. He offers apologetically, "Well, maybe it's Minnesotan then." Yeah it's a toss-up. *snort*

So, thoroughly entertained, I suggest that perhaps it's Canadian. He nods, "Perhaps."