At the dinner table:
Benjamin: Smock, smock, smock!
Nathaniel: Smock, smock, smock, smock, smock smock!
Caleb: Smock, smock, smock, smock, smock, smock, smock!
Todd: [looking at me confused] What's wrong with you?
Me: ALL DAY LONG they've been following me around saying the word, "Smock"!! I've never had a problem with that word before, but now all of a sudden it's like nails on a chalkboard for me!!
All the children: smock, smock, smock, smock!!
Me: AHHH! [covering my ears and shuddering]
Todd: Why are you guys saying, "Smock"?
Benjamin: [Explains cartoon above, since he'd been reading the entire Calvin and Hobbes collection]
Nathaniel: we also discovered another word that works. Watch this!
All the children: Quark, quark, quark, [ etc.]
Me to Todd: That one doesn't bother me as much. It just sounded like I was being followed around by a bunch of baby ducks. Also, this is why I look like I do at the end of the day when you get home from work.
All the children: [look smugly satisfied with themselves for nearly driving their mother crazy]
Todd: You need a swear jar.
Me: Ooo! 25 cents per smock! I like it!
Nathaniel: I do not agree to these terms.
Caleb: Mom, we could also make it so you have to put money in for all your British curse words. You know, since you were supposed to stop saying them before we go to England. [looking at me knowing full well I really haven't stopped at all.]
Benjamin: [counting on his fingers, presumably up to $1] Smock, smock, smock, smock!
Me: [softly pounding head on table.]