Parade of Parents

I went to campus today to do some NYT work, and I saw countless cars with a middle-aged person in the driver's seat and a person in their late teens in the passenger's seat. The driver was invariably driving very slowly and looking at everything around him with a pained expression on his face. It was glorious.

The parents of my generation just can't let go. I've fielded an incredible number of calls from parents at the Help Desk over the summer. Usually, their child is in the room, as whenever I ask for an ID number, I can hear the parent asking the child for it. I once got a three-way call.

If your kid can't speak for himself when he's 18 and in college, will he ever be able to?