The first time I got caught with weed I had left some in the pocket of my pants and my mom washed it. She brought it in my room at like 6 am yelling but I'm not a morning person so all I did was yell back something about leaving me alone and I'll move out if she doesn't like it. She set the washed bag back on my dresser and just left and that was the end of it, except for all the smart-ass comments for weeks. But my mom is so naive its funny when she talks about pot. "Are you still smoking that bong shit?" lol