Parenting tips I can get behind, from an article whose author has for some reason chosen to remain anonymous:

I’m a better mother when I am stoned.
We’ll see how this works, I thought to myself, feeling a bit guilty about breaking my rule against toasted childcare. But it turned out I could not only manage taking care of my son while I was high; I could excel. As I had nothing in particular I needed to accomplish at the shopping center (except saving my sanity), I decided to let my son lead the way. Rather than taking his hand and dragging him along behind me as I usually do on shopping trips, I let my son decide where we would go, what we would look at and how much time we would spend in each aisle. He delighted in calling my attention to each shiny object, and I delighted in listening to his descriptions. “Look, Mommy! This frog has spots!” “Mommy! Come here! It’s a spinny top!” And when he said look, I really, really looked. Earlier, I’d wanted to kill this kid, and now I was hanging on his every word and absorbing his every observation.

I suppose this makes some sense. I mean, gin and peyote make me a better father, so why not this?