Christie was pushing Lila through the alcohol section of the grocery store today, and out of nowhere she yells, "It smells like weed in here."
Surprised, Christie said, "What?"
"It smells like weed in here!" Lila said again, way louder than she needed to say it.
"What are you talking about Lila? Something smells like weed?" Christie says, starting to notice people looking in their direction.
"Wheat! It smells like wheat in here," she repeated, as Christie finally understood. "Like a cracker."
