My great uncle Troy, who died before I was born, was a wise old man who my mother cherished dearly. He was her mother's eldest brother, 24 years older to be exact, and was much like a father and a grandfather to my mother. He used to always say to my mother, "Who's boy are you?" and she would reply, "Poy's boy" because when she was a little girl she was unable to pronounce "Troy". It was something they continued to say up until he died in 1984. She now says it to me and I suppose I will say it to my children and so on.
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