my mom used to care. a lot. before i went into junior high she told me "dont even bother trying drugs, i've done every one, and i'll know immediatley when you're on them and you will never see the light of day again." i was in sixth gradfe and a DARE kid, so i was reasonably scared, but when i first got high in 8th grade and called my mom "dad" on the phone and she didn't know anything was up, I knew I could get away with it. I got away with it without her kowing for 3 more years. Then about midway through last year she found my peice, I said it wasn't mine, that I'd only smoked weed "once or twice" and she kinda believed me. Cut to this year...she barges in on me and 3 friends fishbowling the bathroom, stares at us, and just closes the door. Later that day she just straight out asked me "do you smoke pot every day?" and i said "yeah" and she just sorta shrugged it off. now she really doesnt care and just asks me not to smoke in the house when she's there, which i'm happy to do. i'm thinking about asking her to smoke a bowl with me someday, she's got cancer and chronic pain.....heh heh...chronic. (sorry, obligatory stoner joke)