frosk, from The Joys of Yiddish by Leo Rosten

“My father was so mad yesterday,” said little Morris, “that five separate times he wanted to give me a frosk [slap].”
"How do you know it was exactly five times?"

"Because I counted."
"What did you count?"
"The number of times he hit me."
"I thought you said he wanted to hit you."
"I did. Would he have hit me if he hadn't wanted to?"