The Moose is putting Rawhide on TV. I am on the sofa reading.
Moose: "How bout rounding up some steers?" (steers pronounced as stairs, or near enough in the Kiwi accent)
Tiggy: (still reading book) "Go ahead, there are some stairs just behind you." (points vaguely in the direction of the stairs)
Moose: (giving the smile that says Tiggy is so gonna get it) "I said steers" (still pronounced stairs) "as in...baaaaaaahhhhh" (sound is vaguely like a sheep).
Tiggy: (puts down book) "What?"
Moose: (louder and more confidant) "Baaaaahhhhhh!"
Tiggy: "...I didn't know stairs sounded like sheep."
Moose: (thinks for a minute) "Moooaaaaahhhhhhhh" (if you could cross a sheep and a cow, this is the sound you would get).
Tiggy: (picks book back up). "Sounds like a cow in sheep's clothing."
Moose: (sheepish (ha, see what I did there?))"I'm not a farmer."
And the great tragedy is not that the Moose will have to learn what sounds animals make along with his child, but that I missed the opportunity to make good old fashioned kiwi sheep shagging jokes!