One thing that helps us grow out of it is when our kids grow up, prove to be self-reliant adults, and tell us to back the fuck off. That when we know we can flop down on the couch, kick off our shoes, and just dare anyone else to give US advice, like which mixer goes best with Bacardi 15? Because it's OUR turn, now, to screw up through experimentation.

Woe to my kids the day they decide I can't take care of myself, anymore. I'm stockin' up...