So, today I found a half empty/full pouch of Red Man leaf chew, in my 15yr old son's backpack. Rather than flip out, I took the pouch and put it in my back pocket and went out to where I had my son cleaning the garage. We stood and talked for a few minutes, then I pulled the chew out and asked my nephew who was standing there with us, if he wanted a chew. He promptly declined, and then I handed the pouch to my son and said, "well, then...this pouch is for you, and I want you to fill both cheeks, and when you think they're full, stuff some more in there."
He was hesitant to do this, but I took my belt off and said, "it's one or the other". He chose the chew ;-) I had him continue working on the garage, and for a while he was just beebopping around as if he was "the man". I told him that if he took that chew out before I told him he could, I'd bust his ass.
As you all know, this story ended with him stumbling around, glassy eyed and then a bout of vomiting that lasted somewhere around 30 minutes and him crying, saying "Daddy, I'm sorry...I won't touch this stuff again". Then he puked some more. As he layed in his bed with a bucket next to him, dry heaving. I had a long talk with him about addiction, and how you never want to be controlled by a substance. Especially one that he might use just to have some upper classmen think he's cool. I think he's learned a valuable lesson today ;-)
My father never did this for me, and I wish he would have done it.
He was hesitant to do this, but I took my belt off and said, "it's one or the other". He chose the chew ;-) I had him continue working on the garage, and for a while he was just beebopping around as if he was "the man". I told him that if he took that chew out before I told him he could, I'd bust his ass.
As you all know, this story ended with him stumbling around, glassy eyed and then a bout of vomiting that lasted somewhere around 30 minutes and him crying, saying "Daddy, I'm sorry...I won't touch this stuff again". Then he puked some more. As he layed in his bed with a bucket next to him, dry heaving. I had a long talk with him about addiction, and how you never want to be controlled by a substance. Especially one that he might use just to have some upper classmen think he's cool. I think he's learned a valuable lesson today ;-)
My father never did this for me, and I wish he would have done it.
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