Earlier this week I made arrangements to get some legos from my neighbor’s mom who was looking to get rid of some legos she had.
I jumped at the chance to take them off her hands because my kids LOVE legos. All three of them. And their creativity with them truly amazes me. (I’m not just saying that because they are my kids, mkay? I have friends that will vouch for my kids’ awesome ways with legos.)
Anyway, this morning the neighbor messaged me on Facebook and said she was going to the store, but she’d leave the tin of legos out on her front step for me.
Seeing that I wasn’t dressed yet, I asked Lazy Dad, who was dressed, if he’d go fetch them.
“I need you to run next door and pick up a tin from the neighbor for me.”
“What?” he said with a slightly confused look on his face.
“I need you to run next door to the neighbor’s and pick up a tin.”
“What are they giving you a ten for?”
Realizing he meant the dollar bill, I said, “A tin! A tin!” as I drew a round container in the air with my hands.
He paused for a second then he said, “Ohhhhh, a TIN.”
While this conversation did not amuse me at all while we were having it; by the time I left the kitchen and walked into my bedroom I started to giggle. Clearly I was speaking of a tin. Right? But to his little Northern ears, it sounded like a ten.
And okay, after I had thought about it during that walk from the kitchen to the bedroom, maybe I did say tin the same way I said ten. In fact, I’m pretty sure I say them the same exact way. In FACT, I wasn’t really sure there were two ways to pronounce tin and ten until Lazy Dad pronounced tin differently than ten.
Are you following me?
So as I giggled over this conversation I had with Lazy Dad and the revelations that ensued, I posted on Facebook, “The hazards of being married to a Northerner: I asked him to go pick up a tin from the neighbors… which apparently to him sounded like a ‘ten.'”
Several commenters became concerned that Lazy Dad demanded the neighbors give him a ten instead of a tin. Which made me really laugh. (I mean, that image is funny!) But don’t worry! I soothed their concerns away when I told them that the crisis was averted thanks to the use of hand gestures that had to be implemented in the conversation. (Which is also funny.)
Then my Southern friends on Facebook started wondering what on earth a ‘tin’ was exactly and why was I sending Lazy Dad to go get one? They wondered what on earth Northerners DID with such things called ‘tins?’
I was laughing so hard I was crying while I explained that I was speaking of a cookie, or popcorn, or Christmas ‘tin.’ To which one Southern friend of mine replied, “Oh. I only use that word in December.”
Oh, people, you can’t make this stuff up!
And all because of one little tin.
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