I was nine years old when I moved from Detroit to Racine, Wisconsin; and my two brothers and and two sisters were all younger. We felt like we were Wisconsinites, but we were never completely accepted as coming "from" Racine. We just couldn't completely master the Racineisms in our speech, like pronouncing cousin "cousant," and calling a drinking fountain a "bubbler." We couldn't master the phrase "by you" in all its iterations, like "how's by you?" and "can I stay by you tomorrow?" But the most distinctive Racineism was "come with," as in "Ya wanna come with?"