Claudia, a 25-year-old blonde woman, wandered aimlessly down the street. She nibbled on candies like a little girl, not looking for trouble—just chatting with her mom through her earbuds.

"Mom, stop mollycoddling me. I'm 25, dammit. Yes, I folded my laundry. No, I haven't bought any vegetables yet, but I was on my way."

She let out an exasperated sigh, worn out by her mom’s overbearing concern. Then, more gently, she added:

"Could you please calm down and stop fussing over me? I just moved into my apartment yesterday—give me a little time to settle in."