My dad built a dry bar in the basement of our family home in '77 or so.It was stocked and stacked....he never once challenged or asked me about missing beers ..but I knew,he knew.I lost my virginity on the couch in the sitting room area..again,he knew...but he never told my mother (very strict catholic) because he knew I was leaving the aged childhood stage of life in exchange of becoming a young man. My pop was a cool dude,old school navy guy.He knew when to be a hard ass and he knew when to let things slide. You don't see much of that style of parenting happening these days...