Who Gives A Shit?: Do You Get High With Your Baber Around?

Sometimes you have to smoke a crap load of weed just to have an intelligent conversation with your one year old, right guys? Brooklyn moms are so stressed out from hand-blending their baby’s kale puree and sourcing tomatoes n’ junk that we just need to kick back and get blazed once and a while!

In a recent New York Post article, Jennifer, a Kensington-based mommy of one, says, “I have had moments where I felt like I could communicate with him better, back when he wasn’t talking — we’d have a silent, eye-contact kind of conversation.”

What a fucking hippie.

It just gets worse: Park Slope bong-hitter and mommy of two says, “Marijuana has aspects of euphoria and relaxation, it can help you look at your kids in a more positive light.”

Good to know, because most of the time my kid is a total buzz-kill.

Now that pot has been decriminalized in Connecticut and is legal medicinally in some other rando states, will it be less taboo to get high while your kids are bouncing in their baby bjorns, or is that totally whack?

In the words of Lafayette on True Blood, “Oh damn, white folk just all fucked up.”