To wonder why my teen is stealing sugar?

[Tessliketrees]

One of my kids (both teens) is stealing the sugar. I don't know which one.

I noticed a brand new bag of sugar had vanished last week, I assumed it had been spilled by one of the kids who had failed to mention it. Actually that didn't really make sense at the time because neither of them is capable of cleaning a bag of sugar so well. Either way I forgot all about it.

Now a second bag has disappeared.

It's not me, its not DH. Nobody else has had access.

What the fuckity fuck is going on?

Halloween prank of some kind?

I can't believe you went for a bath and bed OP. How can you sleep at a time like this... How do you expect the rest of us to sleep without knowing where the sugar has gone?!

You cannot cut cocaine with granulated sugar. Well, not unless you're expecting to sell it to a big-nosed giant with the intellectual capacity of a previous poster's daughter's pet mould.

What on earth is a pet mould?

Fill the next bag of sugar with salt and reseal

...then wait.

Do you have a cat OP?! as in do you have any cat litter gone missing?!

Here's an interesting project it being bonfire night soon

yes, I was thinking about home-made fireworks, but I think the other chemicals required were made harder to buy, unless fire-suppressed, during the IRA campaigns. If there are any agricultural or horticultural supplies within reach, they might be used.

cardboard tubes and glue or tape may also be needed.

home-made fireworks sometimes explode or cause burns.

That's why I was wondering about the DS1's A level subjects.

Chemistry = fireworks
Politics = Ooh Jeremy Corbyn Jam
Art = experimental sugar glazed graffiti
History = re-enacting the snow-covered eastern front in miniature, possibly with Lego tanks

@GymBunnieWannabe

A pet mould is bit of mould a teenager grows, often in a used coffee mug as it's 'interesting'. It was a popular pastime in our sixth form common room. We didn't get out much. Every now and then a teacher would come in and freak out and march mugs & occupants of the room to the sink. Spoiled our fun with their insistence on hygiene.

@ this thread. Could it be a sixth form related bake off challenge?

If it was me as a teenager I prob would have spilt the bag on the floor and then lied about spilling it when questioned. God knows why I would have lied. There was no rationing in 1997 and we were not on the breadline. I just didn’t like being questioned.

you need to find out because if it's being used to cut with drugs it'll be the hard stuff - crack or heroin

Only shit dealers cut heroin with sugar, heroin is bitter sugar is not a really sweet heroin wouldn’t sell as well as say one cut with talc

Ok I am obviously totally dumb. How do you 'cut' drugs with sugar? Do you mix them together so they look bulkier/weigh more before selling it?

Shameless placemarker to keep me up to date on sugargate

I used to nick the little packets of flavoured jelly mix from the pantry - they are basically coloured sugar - and dip my fingertips in to start with, before tipping the rest down the hatch. Loved sugar in its natural form then

I thought drugs first too. TBH though sounds as though DS2 is a bit embarrassed about it?

Just place marking.

Could there be a Christmas food bank thing being run at school?

My dh was suspended from school in second year (Scotland), as he had taken icing sugar into school in a sandwich bag and sold it in the playground as 'cocaine'.

His parents were mortified! He was a bit of a Del boy at school my dh! I wonder what on earth they need 2kg of sugar for!

I think you need to get the big guns out! Change the WiFi password and refuse to give it to them unless they fess up!

Surely if he was cutting drugs with it, it would be flour or talc going missing?!

PigletJohn we're farmers and have sheds full of nitrogen oxcide, it wouldn't be difficult for a determined teenager or IRA member to nick a bucket full for dubious means.

Our sugar was disappearing; every time I went to get sugar from the sugar bowl, it was empty. Even if I'd just filled it the day before. It transpired that our daughter was making what she called sugar sandwiches - a spoonful of sugar between two soda crackers. This went on for weeks before we figured it out!

I have no idea where your sugar is Tess but I just want to say a heartfelt 'thank you' for the best thread on MN in ooh....at east two and a half years. It's like a perfect, dew kissed rose standing all alone in a barren post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Brought a little nostalgic tear to my eye, it has.

Hoping this makes you feel better, @Tess: I honestly can't imagine anybody getting away with cutting any kind of drugs with proper sugar granules. I think some people may use artificial sugar or sugar substitutes (but usually it's something more like baby aspirin), but not proper sugar that I've ever heard of.

Now pounds of sugar could reasonably go missing if DS were making a sugar rocket. You basically add loads of sugar to one or two other ingredients, stuff it into a bog/kitchen roll tube, and [do some fiddly things I'm not sure of here], and shoot it off into the sky.

Here's a video of something like it:

So I’ve been lurking on this thread in the early hours whilst feeding my 8wo. It’s been an entertaining read!

I fall asleep to be woken up an hour later by ds and whilst I’m sat here feeding again, I recall the dream I’ve just had. Let me share it with you OP.

A magic door appeared on the landing of a house. It wasn’t my house so I presume it was yours. I went through, accompanied by Hannah Wells (FBI in designated survivor). It was a metal staircase, a bit like the emergency exit stairs you find on the outside of buildings, only this one was on the inside.
We cautiously went down the stairs. They were filthy. We didn’t find anything and there were no other doors to exit so we walked back up. The door we came through was there but fading so we picked up the pace. Just as we got to the door we were approached by a homeless man and he looked mean and up to no good. Hannah suggested I gave him a bag of sugar, so I pulled out a bag of Sainsbury’s own brand caster sugar and quickly passed it to him so we could make our exit. We did.

Back on the landing the door faded fast and I realised that’s where all the sugar must be going.

I then appear in the front passenger seat of a landrover in a dark car park, reversing around corners, with President Kirkman driving. We were there to get some information from someone but we had to reverse around this car park first.

Then I woke up.

(I’ve been binge watching season 1 of Designated Survivor)

I'm in at the at used crockery in drawers and wardrobes - standard teen tidying up, shirley?

This is fascinating.

My bet is it’s a joint venture with mates making toffee apples ahead of bonfire night. Bags of Golden Delicious are on a good offer at Aldi atm...if they sell for 50p each, they’re making good money. I commend their enterprise.

At the same time I condemn them for the damage done to young metabolic systems