Tim has been around my family long enough that he knows what the Yiddish word "shmata" means. ("Rag," as in, when something spills, my mother screams, "Get me a shmata!") So, one day on our trip, when I was nagging him about something or other, (probably something to do with driving) he turns to me and says, "Gee. Someone's on the shmata."