One time, I took my little cousin shopping. We stopped at a store run by someone who likes to burn incents (or however you spell them). My cousin stops right when we get in and asks "Richard, what's that smell?!" I turn and say to him "It's an incent Mitchell, people burn them to make their place smell good." Well, he thought it was the coolest thing ever, and I bought him a few and told him we could have a little party and burn them.
When we got home, he immediately runs to his parents, and in classic 7 year old fashion, mispronounces the word incent. This is what he ended up saying: "Mom! Dad! I love incest! Me and Richard are gonna have an incest party in my room, so if you smell anything weird, its just our incest!"
There's no possible way to convey the look of horror on my face. And maybe it was this hesitation that led the family to believe what the kid said was true. I was promptly kicked out and have never been allowed to see my cousin again.
Also, I learned two days later that my cousin burned the house down trying to light one of the "incests".