On 2006-06-12 18:18:00, Anonymous wrote:
i'm just curious to what you would do then if your son was coming home late for curfew every night and smells like pot and he had your car. can you help me out here?
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You know, I thought back to my days in high school and it occurred to me that I did not have a curfew. I would borrow my Dad's car and come home at dawn. My parents never asked.
The pot thing is a bit tougher. The biggest danger with pot is the price you pay if you get caught by law enforcement. My intentions are to fill my son in on that bit of wisdom and hope he stays away from it. I did not smoke much pot as a teen because I was a distance runner and bicycler. I didn't want to impair my stamina.
I would certainly not send my son to a program for this. I don't see it as that big of a deal. I guess I never rebelled as a teen because my parents never gave me anything to rebel against. We had very few rules. As long as I got passing grades and did not get arrested, by parents were pretty cool.
Times change, though. When I was 16 some friends and I pulled an old car out of a field, fixed it up and shared it. We were standing around this bad ass machine when my friend's Dad tossed us a box of condoms and said, "Now that you have a back seat, you might need these."