At 15 I thought my Dad would never notice the water I put in his booze to cover what I drank...
Now as an adult with my own "private" liquor stash, I can see how he busted me just by looking at it!
It is really amazing how "stupid" I thought my parents were!! But they kept on busting me...now I know just who the "stupid" one was!
Me and the girl that has since then become my wife were going at it... for our second time to boot... in my parents attic (i was 18 and still living at home then). I shoud note the attic was my room. There was a side room where me and my younger brother were allowed to smoke (only space in the house). Sure enough, once we both get into the "swing of things" so to speak, up comes my brother, quite as can be for once in his life, and walks rigth on in. Not only that... but he was with one of his friends. Somebody I had never met before. First impressions last the longers, I guess.