They are bubble wrapped, physically and mentally.
Growing up, we had a overly-protective mom in the neighborhood who had succeeded in making her 4 year-old child a fearful, tearful momma’s boy of the highest order.
One day, just after she had kissed Little Johnny’s boo-boo and dried his tears, another neighbor mom asked her what ever was she going to do when Little Johnny had to go off to kindergarten and fend for himself.
It was perhaps the first time in my young life that I saw a person’s face actually turn red from anger.