My 17-year-old son and I had dinner alone last night so I asked him what he wanted for Christmas. Between shoveling in food to his mouth (he had come straight from basketball practice and was starving), and being at that age when words kind of blur together, as if they have no consonants, he gave me a one word answer.
“That’s great!” I said, very pleased. “I’ll look on E-bay and see if they have any used ones.”
“Used?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Well, you’ve never played one before…or any other instrument for that matter, so I don’t want to spend the money for a new one.”
“What do you think I said?” he asked.
“Tuba. You want a tuba.”
“Tivo. I said I wanted TIVO.”