Excuse me. I blurted.

My high school señor is about to head off to college. Throughout his teenage years, I've been adhering to a parenting philosophy called Denial, in which I assume my precious angel will never touch girls, drugs or alcohol.

I acknowledge that this philosophy may have its weaknesses.

I'm over on Huffington Post Parents explaining my new parenting strategy in Blurts of Wisdom for My Son in case He Should Ever Take a Drink. Have any advice for me? Never mind. Too late.