and the nominee for Mother of the Year is....

I could preface this by saying that this kind of cussing is really an aberration in our house, but you wouldn't believe me.

Tonight while making dinner, I call out to the family,
"Hey guys. Who's ready for dinner?"

No answer. I start to mutter under my breath. Kent walks in and asks me what's wrong. Apparently Tallulah walks in behind him, but I don't see her.

"Well, I asked if anybody was ready for dinner and nobody said dick!" I say indignantly.

In unison, Kent and Tallulah sing out, "Dick!"