Elementary, my dear

Mom is making pizza crust in the bread maker.  The recipe calls for beer.  R walks into the kitchen and sees the beer bottles on the counter.

R — Mom, what is this?

Mom — Beer.

R, looking around— Dad?

Mom — Huh?

R — I think Dad’s calling you.

Mom — What?  Dad’s at work.  He left an hour ago.

R — Hmm… I heard him say, “Dear”.

Mom — That was me.  I said, “beer”.

R — Oh. (Pause) You sounded like Dad.

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