I was with my son in the car and Bob Dylan's song, Everybody Must Get Stoned, came on the radio. My son said, "This is a weird song. What do you think it's about?" I paused a beat and said, "Have you ever read Shirley Jackson's The Lottery?" ; )
Of course, I then went on to tell him the truth. Just like I did when my daugther, long ago, asked me what a "boner" was. Hey, at least I had the answers to that stuff. Not like when my youngest son asked, "What do you think Hitler's mom thought of him?"
If anyone has the answer to that last, it would be most appreciated.