A commercial for You, Me and Dupree — or maybe it was Little Man — comes on the TV and I say to my son, “That looks like a real jackass-o-rama.”
“Put a quarter in the swear jar,” he says.
We don’t have a swear jar.
“OK — first of all,” I say, “‘jackass’ is not a swear word. It’s the name of an animal. And second, where did you get the idea of a swear jar?”
“They’re available in catalogs.”
“What would we do with the money that goes into the swear jar?”
“Give it to me.”