Bongs

This morning, Mom came to visit because she doesn't know how to put photos on her computer, much less upload them to FB. Austin was awake! He got up at 8:00 a.m.! He was dressed, presentable and everything when my mom visited.

I invite my mother to view Austin's room. He's lived here almost seven years, but she's never been in his room. Austin hastily turns his bong around. I smirked. Mom raved over the TV, didn't even notice the bong. I sat next to my father-in-law's bong for years without noticing it. It's what non-drug users do. We don't know what they are and we don't think our loved ones have them.

Austin: What are you doing, letting your mom in my room? I've got the grinder out, the drugs are visible--

Me: My mom's not going to notice.

Austin: Yeah, she'll just think it's a pretty vase.

Then he points out the mouth piece.

Austin: And what about this? What am I supposed to say when she asks what this is?

Me & Austin: It's where the water goes.

Snickering.

Austin, with his baggy of weed: And this is fertilizer.

Me: That's expensive fertilizer.