N is in Boston for a week with his beloved Uncle Stevie. He's breaking my heart with the bedtime homesickness phone calls, but that's beside the point. He's having a good time, even if he refuses to admit it when he's feeling sad.
Earlier, Steve emailed me to say that while they were out and about a bit, N overheard his first conversation between two true Bostonites. He listened for a while, Steve said, and then looked up at his uncle and asked, "Can those people understand English, too?"
I haven't stopped laughing yet.