So, my son gets home from a party tonight just before midnight. He doesn't have his key, therefore, I have to get up out of bed and open the door. As I am letting him in, I smell something funny as he walked past me.
"Were you smoking Mari-ju-ana?" I ask, enunciating and pronouncing the "j".
He looks at me and sort of chuckles. "No," he replies. "Why?"
"I don't know," I say. "I smell something sort of like it." I notice he is chewing something, so I ask, "What are you chewing?"
He holds his hand out with evidence and states, "Swedish Fish."
"That's what I asked," I reply. "Were you smoking Mari-ju-Swedish-Fish?"
Again he chuckles and then asks, "Are YOU smoking Mari-ju-ana?"
"Go to bed," I state, as I head back to my room.
I get back on FB and tell my sister the conversation. About a minute later he walks in and says, almost as if it is an after thought, "I can't believe that is the first thing you said to me as I walked in the house."
All I can do is laugh.
Now - I have never thought in a million years that my kid would smoke marijuana, or even know where or how to get it. But the smell just seemed so foreign. I guess it was my way of saying, "what's that smell?" So - why didn't I just ask that?
Who knows... perhaps because it is midnight? Or maybe, I just like saying Mari-Ju-Ana!
If anything, now he knows that if he ever DID try to come home like that, I'd know. By the way - I don't even think he really knows what Marijuana or other drug even look like, thank goodness.