Youngest Son likes bike riding, and likes grocery errands as an excuse to ride his bike. So when the Better Half said she needed cukes, YS volunteered, and rode off with a list in his pocket and a backpack on his back.
When he returned he had the cherry tomatoes, but misunderstanding the verbal and hand-written instructions, had also bought a chocolate cake mix. We had a good laugh, and dove quickly into dinner. It had been close: cucumber ≈ "Cake: Umber"