I used to conduct admissions interviews at a major competitve East Coast university. One day, as I walked down the hall to return to my office, I walked past a Mom and son siting in our reception room waiting to see me. (They'd never met me so they didn't know who I was.) I almost lost it when I realized that she was combing his hair for him !!! I don't mean fixing a stray curl. I mean taking a large brush to his whole head. OK. That was strange enough for me to hang around for a minute to observe what happened next. He did not chase her, tell her to stop, swat her hand away, nothing, nada........just sat there passively. That should have been enough of a clue, right? But no, apparently you do have to hit me on the head with a brick. During the information session, the son said nothing but the Mom had a series of totally unbelievable comments/questions. These were my two favorites: "Who will be the one who calls the dorm in the morning to be sure he makes it to class if he has trouble getting out of bed?" and "He'll need a room with a private bath because he is so extremely well endowed that he will have problems with the other boys due to jealousy." I kid you not.