As kids, we rode bikes without helmets, ate bread that had gluten (and may still do), drank water from the hose in the backyard, and basically did tons of stuff that when we were parents we rarely allowed our own children to do.
Helicopter parents, I think, are what we were called. Mom and Dad are what our kids called us.
But one thing that survived the chasm of generations was the five-second rule (minus that half a beat when you stare at the food item that's just been dropped on the floor in sort of disbelief). That was sacred and tradition.
And as science would have it, a lie.
Grab your piece of golden calf. And hold on tightly.
-bill kenny
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