The kids are alright, you know.
Their parents walked behind them for eighteen years with a pillow and a glass of water in case they got thirsty. They made sure every T-Ball game ended in a tie, and put sunscreen on them before they’d let them open the refrigerator door and get a blast of UV from the little lightbulb in there. They cut their meat until they were shaving.
Then the kids got a driver’s license, and all bets were off. Same as it ever was.
(Thanks to mega-friend of the BSBFB, Charles Schneider, for sending that one along)