My child Pat wanted to have a celebration for his 13th birthday.
I agreed to let him invite half a dozen friends for the weekend.
The two of us have an immense pool and hosted a celebration. The wife and I grilled burgers and tepid dogs for the kids. Things were going really well. All of the children seemed to be getting along well, and they weren’t as loud and noisy as I thought they would be. I was putting the kids’ things together so I could take everything upstairs to our son’s kitchen. One of the backpacks was laying half open. I grabbed the basket and flipped it on the side so I could find the zipper. All of the crap in the backpack felt out onto the ground. I grabbed the items and started stuffing them back into the bag. One of the items looked really unusual and peculiar. The outside of the bag made the item look like it was recreational marijuana. After more carefully looking through the items, I realized that I was correct. I didn’t know how or why one of the kids had medical marijuana in their backpack. I didn’t say anything to the kids when they came inside, although I did not put the medical marijuana products back into the bag. I didn’t want the kids smoking medical marijuana in the middle of the night when our husband and I were asleep. I suppose that could have been the plan. After all of the kids were in the new home and settled down, one of the older kids came into the kitchen where the backpacks had been and he started searching around for something. I asked the 14 year old if I could help him find something and he said no.