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(With an apology to my international readers...)

As a parent you are caught between society's rock and the soul's hard place. Every SUV driving, Eddie Bauer clad super-parent guzzling their third latte by 8:00 a.m. will tell you confidently that if you didn't get your child into the right pre-natal school they are doomed to a hopeless future of dead-end sanitation engineering jobs.  The conventional wisdom about how to ensure that your child will be the next Gates allows for no mealy-mouthed weakness, nothing other than a dutiful sieg heil to the super-parent's delusion that they can accurately predict the future .  Dutifully we parents continue to demand that our children strip away their creativity and individuality, their ability to play and interact and problem solve in complex environments. We schedule them from waking to sleep, and we listen as pop culture tells us that we just haven't done enough today to make our child into the next Nobel laureate. And yet most parents are harboring this secret fear that all this will indeed make Johnny a dull boy. Their kids are turning into narcissistic automatons that  don't much resemble kids at all, just small investment bankers that have trouble keeping their rooms clean. And while these little drones are getting the right grades in the right schools, hanging with the right friends and doing the right activities, Will Wright becomes a demigod whose success tells them "Crap, this may all be wrong."