My mom knows pot; my dad was a frequent smoker until just a bit ago (job takes up too much of his life, it's a shame). She's also incredibly intolerant of pot. She'll put up with my dad doing it, but it gets her angry.

That is, she'll put up with it from my dad. Not from me. No way. You should hear the talks she sometimes gives me.

I've been smoking for years, in my own home, and I've been caught by my dad. He only helped me hide it from my mom. We both know how irrational she would be.

If you think that sounds shifty, you don't know my crazy mom.




Long story short, some parents really just DON'T know, and sometimes it's best if they don't.

(My dad promised me he'd smoke me up this summer when we go home to the Virgin Islands. Cool dad.)