On a long road trip I had my mother help me study for the BJCP exam. She kept butchering the pronunciation of diacytal, so I told her to just say "butter" and I would know what she meant. Evidently this intrigued her and she wanted to know what diacytal really was. Recap of the general conversation:
Me: I's an off flavor that can develop in beer, tastes like butter or butterscotch.
Mom: Really, that sounds tasty.
Me: It's not, it's an off flavor, it's not supposed to be in the beer.
Mom: But I like butterscotch.
Me: I like butterscotch too, just not in my beer.
Mom: Could you brew a beer with di-a-c-y-a-t....."butter" in it (trying to mimic her continued mispronunciation, which was awesome)
Me: Why would I want to do that?
Mom: Because I like butterscotch.
HWMBO (my hubby and co-brewer also in the car): *laughing hysterically*
Gotta love mom, took her to the GABF and pointed out Jim Koch to her, saying "That's the guy who owns Sam Adams." He started to walk away as I was doing this and she decided she wanted her picture with him so she went running after him yelling "Mr. Adams, Mr. Adams, come back Mr. Adams!"