Real Moms Would Do Just Fine

Maybe you’ve seen the commercials: A scruffy looking young man enters the screen carrying a backpack.  Accompanied by sweet-sounding violins, he arrives on a front porch, greeted by a middle-aged woman wearing an apron, who embraces him tightly.  It’s his mother, apparently, who proceeds to tuck the fellow in for a nap.  (The guy’s around 22.  It’s creepy.)  A moment later, sonny sits at a dining table as mom loads his plate with, heaven forbid, a healthy heap of greens, whereupon he looks at her disgustedly, tosses his napkin on the table and bolts, leaving the poor woman staring after him as the screen door closes in her face.