Took me a loong time to get those, particularly Tan Gogh. Sometime in the aughts, I started pronouncing Gogh as Gawk because I had learned that was close to the Dutch pronunciation. Oh my!
I remember those moments: suddenly, your child who had morphed into an snarky bickering critic reveals herself to be a child again, wonder and delight all over her face.
This is like Dorothy waking and finding Oz was all a dream (in the movie). Then she wakes again to find that it wasn’t a dream. Then she wakes again…