On Election Day eve the air is tense with the possibilities….the arguements have been heated, there is spin on everything and the bloggers are typing furiously……on that note I decided I needed to blog about something funny. I was in the shower tonight, washing my hair when I had an idea. ( I do some of my most profound thinking in the shower. Yes, it’s true. I think maybe because it is the only quiet place in the house. If anybody knocks on the door while I’m in the shower I just say, “la la la…I can’t hear you! Sorry!” It usually works.)
So for your evening entertainment I have a true story to tell you. This really happened. I was there. I know.
As many of you know I taught as a special education teacher for many, many years. A few years ago I had a 2nd grade student in my class. He was a dead ringer for Dennis the Menace. One morning he came into the classroom and was visibly concerned about something. I asked him what was up? This is how our conversation went down.
B: I think Dad broke his tivvy.
Me: (With an extremely concerned look on my face, because I had no idea what a tivvy was…and wasn’t sure I wanted to know how his dad broke it.) Um……that is terrible. How did he almost break it?
B:He was horsing around and just about busted it.
Me: Well, that’s just awful! (furiously thinking, how can I figure out what he’s talking about without appearing stupid to a 2nd grader?)
B: Yeah, I know. Mom was mad.
Me: Oh, my goodness. Does mom have a tivvy too? (trying to use my best teacher deduction skills)
B: No, she uses Dad’s.
Me: What does a tivvy do?
B: You know.
Me: Maybe I don’t have a tivvy. I need you to tell me.
B: (Rolling his eyes) You got a tivvy.
Me: What would I use a tivvy for?
B: Huh?! Everyone knows you watch cartoons on a tivvy!!
Me: Oh! A T.V. !!!!! You’re talking about a television?
B: That is what I said, ” A tivvy.”
Me: (Touche’. Score a point for that southern dialect. haha)