Christmas Pot-Luck

(My family and I are in a candle shop in the local mall around Christmas time. I am about 14.)

Dad: “Hey, come and smell this candle!”

(I walk over to where he is standing, and sniff the candle he is holding in his hand. It has a rather sharp, rank smell to it, and I look at him with a rather disgusted look on my face.)

Dad: “Smells like pot doesn’t it?”

Me: “Yes, kind of interesting for a Christmas candle.”

Dad: “Wait. How do you know what it smells like?”

(I only know the smell because someone that rode my bus had some, and as I had never seen the stuff before, he offered to let me smell it.)

Me: “Well… wait, how do you know? That isn’t grass on that plate in the family photo album is it?”

Dad: “I don’t know what you are talking about!”