Little Jonny goes on the tube

Little Jonny and his mother enter the tube. Little Jonny is probably no more than 4 years of age, his mother is a rather prim and proper lady who probably hankers for the day ladies wore gloves and spent their days crocheting and gentleman wore hats and threw down their jackets for any ladies about to cross puddles. There are lots of empty seats on the tube but Little Jonny and his mother don't sit on any. Instead they stand unsteadily, not holding on to anything as the train starts to rumble forward. Slightly wrong footed Jonny leans forward to grab on to a hand rail.
Mother: No! I said you were not to touch anything on the tube!
Jonny: But..
Mother: It's dirty! Do you know how dirty it is? You don't know whose touched what...
Jonny: OK...
The train jolts. Jonny is pushed forward and attempts to grab the seat.
Mother: All sorts of people sit on these seats. We dont know where they've been. A lot of them dont even wash their hands.
She then pulls out a wet wipe and starts to clean his hands. A few stops later they get off.

True tales of the underground, people.

I watched them incredulously and wondered about what kind of adult Little Jonny (most likely not his name) will grow up to be, and how much therapy he'll need before he can undo the damage his mother has inflicted on him. Poor boy. Sometimes I realise, it isn't too bad not being rich, don't think I could stand all that rich person's guilt to be honest.