Speaking of druggie parents with children, my husband went on a first responder call last night to the sorriest white trash family. Kid has some health issue, they ask the mom how old he is. "2" she says. Grandmother comes barrelling out of the kitchen, drunk and high, arguing that's he's 3.
When was he born? "April something, 2009." So DUmmie mom cranks up the noggin to do some heavy math. Calculating in her head, she arrives at the fact that he is indeed 2.
All the while sitting on the couch, smoking and texting on her obamaphone. Stubbing out her cig in an ashtray decorated with marijuana leaves.
Damn takers.