English as a Butchered Language

My wife has an interesting grasp of the English language.  She is Greek, and she’s fluent in English, but she doesn’t speak the same English that I speak.  She uses words that sound similar to what she’s trying to say, but aren’t quite right.  It’s cute and quirky, and I love it about her. 

So, we were looking at pictures of wolves, and she points at one and says, “Oooh, I really like that picture of the wolf grilling.  He looks so ferocious with the teeth and all.”  I started laughing because all I could think about was a wolf with gold and diamond caps, bearing his teeth, and showing off his grill.