The state’s name is Florida, not Floridia. I would think even a Canadian would know that.
D’Oh! I read what I wanted to see, not what was actually typed. We’re all guilty of this occasionally, right? Right? 
Right said the lady from Mass-achoo-setts
From my niece:
Hankaburger = hamburger
Gingeraffe = giraffe
Fridgafator = refrigerator
Air kasheen = air conditioning
The cation = vacation
Tomarno = tomorrow (from my nephew)
Especially after parrot grass.
My little sister’s birthday is September 2nd; aka “September the twooth” (pronounced “tooth”)
I haven’t pummed in so long, I forgot how to do it!
Those old oil well thingies…also called oil pumpers…used to be all over SoCal when I was a kid. One of my sisters called them oil cows for their resemblance to cows grazing, and it stuck.
From my little brother:
Brief case = Grief case (my mother loved that one)
Windshield wipers = Windsheepers
Sounds funny, but I have no idea what this means.
My daughter, when my wife was debating the best way to make something for supper, “Mommy, read the destructions!”
Parrot grass makes your pee smell funny.
Thank you!
Nabanas?
I haven’t seen that one. In our house, it was beenanas and blanas
Oooh! My eldest, obsessed with Legos, always referred to the step-by-step pamphlets as “constructions.”
We found this hilarious. His mom has a Ph.D. in anthropology and I have an undergrad degree in philosophy, so we were both pretty comfortable agreeing that instructions are societal constructs.