Last night I asked my son what kind of homework he had.
Watch the election.
Good. We were going to do that, anyway. What else?
OK... What kind of math?
Times... Clocks, not this: (makes an "x" in the air with his finger).
You could have just said t-i-m-e-s, too. (Just as the words escape my lips I can't believe how stupid that statement is).
He looks at me. I look at him. We laugh. A lot.
Normally I take issue with the word, but in this case it was warranted:
Say it, I tell him.