(WARNING: THIS INCLUDES THE F BOMB, BONGS, AND THE IMPLICATIONS OF THE MISUSE OF A KAZOO.)
Mrs. Lupin was a very worrisome woman. Fortunately, she usually worried for no reason. But when she was cleaning her son Remus' room, and she found… it underneath his pillow, she felt as if she had a perfectly good reason. Mrs. Lupin waited until Mr. Lupin left for work, before cornering her only child in the kitchen.
"Remus, Sweetie? Can I talk to you for a moment?" Mrs. Lupin stood tensely in the door way."
"Sure, Mum. What's up?"
Mrs. Lupin took a deep breath. "Remmie, Dear… you know that I love you, right?"
"Right." Remus looked confused.
"And you know that you can tell me anything, right?"
"Yeah?"
Mrs. Lupin held back tears as she stared at her Darling son. How could he do this to her? "Remus, is there anything you need to tell me?"
A look of bamboozlement crossed over Remus' face.
"Mum, what are you talking about?"
"Follow me." She left the doorway and heard Remus' chair scrape back as he stood up and followed his mother to his bedroom. When they reached it, Mrs. Lupin sat down on Remus' bed and gestured for him to join her. "Remus, I found a bong in here."
"… What?"
"A bong Remus! A bong! You're going to become addicted, and throw away your life! How could you bring a bong into our house? A bong!"
"But I don't own a bong…" Remus frowned slightly. "Can you show it to me?"
Mrs. Lupin sighed, and went left to retrieve the bong from where she had placed it in her room. When she came back, she handed it to Remus. He stared at it.
"Mum… that's a fucking kazoo." He started to play it. "See? It's a musical instrument! Not a fucking bong!"
"Oh." Mrs. Lupin was in such a state of shock that she forgot to scold Remus for his cussing. "Remus?"
Remus sighed. "What, Mum?"
"Why did you have a kazoo under your pillow?"
"…" *facepalm*
This happened to me last week. No, the kazoo was not used for anything other than annoying my little brother with. It was under my pillow, cause that is the LAST place he would look.