marinef22, that story was a riot...you bad boys...sometimes parent's are clueless, aren't they? You guys started trippin over nothing! Ha,ha...here's 2 of mine:
1st one
Mom: MARY!! What is that smell? (she's downstairs)

Me: It's incense, mom! (in my room, puffing)

Mom: Oh, OK, just be careful with the lighter...I don't want you to burn the house down.
2nd one
It's 3:30 AM, I am just dragging my ass home from Woodstock or Rooney Fest (I can't remember which it was). I am stoned and tripping...I feel like Alice In Wonderland, everything around me is tiny, I feel huge. I just want to be left alone and chill. Of course, my mom comes downstairs....ahhhh.

Mom: Well, did you have fun? (She looks tiny, I feel like my head is touching the ceiling.)

Mary: Yeah, it was a blast.

Mom: Did you take Jess home?

Mary: Jess? (Realize Jess is my friend who I just dropped off at his house)

Mary: Yep.

Mom: So, tell me, Mary, what those dirty hippies doing? Were they drinking beer...I bet all those dirty hippies were drinking beer. (BEER?!!!)

Mary: Some of them were.... (She looks at me sternly)

Mom: You didn't drink beer...did you Mary?!!

Mary: No, way, mom! (She smiles at me)

Mom: Oooh, I knew you didn't...you're a good girl, Mary. Good night, sweety.