As a lifelong marijuana smoker, I always kept pot on the down low when it came to my son. One time, when he was little, he came outside unexpectedly and saw me hitting a joint. “That’s daddy’s medicine,” his mom replied when asked about it.
A year or two later, my son’s kindergarten teacher was cautioning the kids about playing with matches and asked if any of their parents smoked cigarettes. “My daddy smokes medicine!” my son chimed.
Luckily his granddad, a handsome player in his 70s, had been dating the kindergarten teacher and both of them liked to inhale. But as Dr. Mitch Earleywine, Ph.D. -- a board member of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws -- explains, it’s never too early to prepare for meaningful discourse.