Here’s a funny story I have to share on this theme. When my sister and I were kids in the 70s we had a neighbor house that was four teen aged brothers. Sometimes they would babysit us (which basically meant they would make sure we didn’t drink some drano or something while mom and pop went to dinner for a few hours)
One time my sister, my mom, and I were out riding our bikes around the neighborhood (we were about four) and rode past a pile of burning leaves. One of us said “hey, that smells like Mexican cigarettes!”. They never babysat us again.
