Do parents know best? 3 experiments that tried to replace moms and dads (opens in new tab)

On the second day, we were told we could go home. We stuffed our snacks, blankets, wet wipes, and nappies into whatever bags we could, and we shuffled back to the car. There he was — a newborn baby in a Winnie-the-Pooh onesie and a cute cap, strapped into a car seat that made him look like a Lilliputian. I’ve never driven home so carefully or slowly as that night. I’m sorry to anyone stuck behind me. I thought then, and I still think now, how mad it is that, at least in British society, we ju...