my moms found dimebags in the laundry amongst other places when I was a little younger (and obviously dumber)...we basically had a policy of don't ask don't tell as long as my grades were good, I went to all my classes and held down a job. Whenever she found weed she'd flush it down the toilet, give me a smack and then go on with her day. Shes never really gave me an ultimatum to quit...just didnt want me keeping it in the house or smellin up her living room, and for the most part I respected that.

Lol my brother used to deal (weed among other things) and we once had the police come in and tear up the place(long story) so I guess shes learned to pick her battles.