May goes native on us

The four of us were sitting around the table last night, playing Barricada (an Ecuadorian board game) when May, annoyed by some cereal under her chair, said, "The kitchen needs vacuumed." We reacted instantly:

"Whoa, May!"
"May, wow, you Hoosier!"
"Two months and you're already talking like that!"

It's a bit of Indiana grammar that I've never gotten used to: the complete lack of helping verbs. It needs to be done. Or, perhaps, a nice gerund: It needs doing. But needs done still drives me up a wall every time I hear it. Apparently it affects Paul and Deborah the same way!

I will, of course, tease May mercilessly about this for a week.