Reminds me of a story from the 1960s. My Mom found a bag of marijuana in my brother's room. Since there were six of us, she wanted to teach us a lesson, so she put the bag in her pocket and told us she was bringing it to the police station to turn him in. My brother, always a step ahead of everyone, called the police station and reported that a middle aged lady was in the neighborhood trying to sell pot. The police car brought Mom home a little later, and she never said a thing. To this day, we never know what happened. She took the rest of the story to heaven.