So, mom…
If I’m rarely so sloppy as to fall on my face, but occasionally (read: frequently as of late) blacked out enough that I don’t remember making out with people by the time I get around to bumping into them again – does that sound like I have a problem with alcohol or promiscuity?
Juuust kidding.
I would never make her answer that.
Mother may know best, but in this case it is probably best that she knows less.
Not a drinking problem, but maybe a quantity problem.