Abort mission!
A tuba toothpaste.
Windscreen vipers.
Mom: Dill bread. Me: So, do you have yeast on your dill dough Mom: Get out.
Mom: Anytime between 1-4. Apparently my Mom works for the cable company now.
Son: It was all right except for some man called "Teacher" who kept spoiling all our fun!
Mother: "Because he thinks he's a chicken." Little girl: "Why don't you tell him he's not a chicken " Mother: "We need the eggs."