Sitting around the campfire with the kids, we were roasting marshmallows and making smores. Grandma asked my nephew, 5, if he wanted a smore.
He replied, "Yes."
Grandma asked, "Do you even know what a smore is?"
He replied, "It's when you sneeze."
After trying to contain our laughter, I replied, "A smore, not a snore."
His reply, "I want some more."
We caved into fits of laughter (personally, I was thinking of Sandlot) and didn't even bother trying to explain any more.