A grandmother, mother, and son are waiting behind me at Walgreens. The son is pre-teen, almost taller than his mother. While the mother and grandmother are engaged in conversation, the son moves in very closely on his mother, almost to embrace, but not quite.
Then I hear, "Stop it now, you've got to quit smelling my neck in public."
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you breastfeed your children too long.