I suppose not strictly speaking mumuendo this one as my little brother (he’s taller than me and has been since he was 11 and I was 13. Nice!) made it happen. But it made me laugh nonetheless.
My mum was sending a text message (an odyssey in itself as predictive text baffles her as much as democracy does Mubarak) to her partner to invite him over to my house to join in a low-key, impromptu family birthday celebration and when deciding what to write said:
“Shall I tell Peter to come over?”
To which my brother said:
“Come over what?”
She looked at him like a night bus driver presented with a £50 note.