My sis P and I are, as usual, occupied in pulling our little cousin V's leg. V, who has been in the UK for a year or so now, can now speak in a “prop-ah” British accent when he so chooses. He started off correcting our pronunciation for certain English names, but the last straw was when he told us that Zebra is not "Zee-bra", but "Zeh-bra".
So, like all big sisters do, we engaged ourselves in torturing the little fellow.
P - Akka, do you think there are any Zee-bras near the Thay-ms  in London?
V - It is not Thay-ms! It is "Tems"! And I already told you that it is Zeh-bra.
S - I don't really know - maybe there are lots of them in Ree-ding  and Nor-witch .
V - It is Red-ing! And Nor-ich! I already told you!
P - I am sure there are some in Lie-cester . Or in Burk-shire .
V - Stop it! Stop it!! It is Lester!! And Bark-shire!
S - Aww, come on, V! If the British could come over and call Srirangapatnam "Seringapatam", and Chitradurga "Chitldrug", then we most definitely have the right to call Edinburgh "Edin-burg". At least we are true to the spelling.
V - *Claps his hands over his ears* It is Edin-bra!! Amma! Amma! Look at these two girls! They don't know anything!
V's mom - Oh, that's ok, V - they are just teasing you. Naughty, aren't they? We'll teach them a lesson. Let's just chuck them into the Thay-ms.
V - Aaaaargghhhhhh!!!!
And it continues ........