Where I used to live, the air was rife, rife I tell you, with helicopter parents. I'll never forget how Pirateboy1's 2nd grade teacher told me that if he was having trouble with his book report, I could do it for him because all the other parents had.
Not to mention the booklet of questions had to do with things they hadn't even learned, like conflict resolution, rising and falling action.
I remember when I was attending this school, somehow it was well known that a set of twins in my grade always had their mother doing their homework for them. I tried not to laugh when my mother criticized her for that when she'd stood by and helped my father do my project for my 2nd grade book report, while not letting me touch the thing.
I will help my children but I refuse to do the work for them. As it is I'm having to push my middle child to even give packing his bag for the beach a try. He whines "I dont' know how to do it!"
I made him a list and said I'd check it over but I have enough to do without doing something he's old enough to do himself. (10 1/2)