Bad Parenting 101

Damned genetics! My 10-year-old son is a Beatles nut to the nth degree. The good news is this obsession takes up space once reserved for Pokemon, the soulless Asian export fighting heroes. The bad news is it's an obsession about as bad as the one I had for the Beatles. In answering J's questions about lyrics such as "Roll up for the mystery tour" and "Turn off the old mind relax and float downstream..." I elected to answer honestly. They're good musicians and entertainers, but no one to serve as a role models. You shouldn't do it, but that's what they're singing about. So J tells Sweet Pea (Mommy) that he knows the Magical Mystery Tour is about marijuana simulates rolling a joint as I (without even thinking about it and probably jonesing a little) did in explaining it, and she correctly freaks. Then I start second guessing. After all, I had no idea what dope was when I was 10. So I am backpedaling pretty hard, and at the same time still a little married to the honesty idea. I mean, what if he tries a little reefer in junior high? I'd like him to feel like he can be as candid about that as he would be about anything else he might be doing. Sweet Pea and I are debating the point in front of him (more bad parenting). I send him off to YouTube to listen to Ringo's No No Song (No no no no, Idon't smoke it no more...) and the issue is temporarily at rest. So my sweet little boy is potentially prematurely "cool", and it's my own fault. Gadzooks.