Heard today:

We were eating pizza for supper.  The dinner I'd planned would not get done!  The chicken refused to cook.  I mean, the chicken in the oven did not get done in time...so John went to the gas station and brought home two pizzas.

Yes, the gas station!  (Reminds me of my parent's story of their first meal as a married couple, at the Snodgrass' Grade-A Esso Cafe.  Maybe it's a Southern thing, getting a meal at a gas station?)

The boys were teasing Luci while we ate.  Nothing new there.  But they were telling her that pizzas were pies.

No way!  Pizzas are not pies!

This went on for some time.

Then I said to Luci, "What about this?  (Pi)r^2?"  (pi *r squared)

Na-huh!!  They are round!!