Nice. When I first started smoking my parents were pissed. The first time I got caught they threw away my pipe and papers. The second time, just a week or two later, they grounded me for a week. The third and last time I got "caught" was a few weeks ago. My dad walked in while I was smoking out of a homemade bong, looked at me, looked at my weed, and walked out. I actually got caught once more in between the second and third, but my dad just found my stash and took it, never even confronted me. I can pretty much smoke in my house now. I don't exactly know why my parents have decided to let me, but it's cool. I think it might have to do with the fact that I showed my mom the real facts, and helped my dad realize it was all the alcohol he use to drink that may have slowed him down, not the weed.