This Just In: Mom Not Cool!
Shocking, I know, but it was confirmed earlier this morning when the following conversation took place:
Playing with the kids in the living room, David was pretending to be a "rescue hero" and jumping and twirling about in hero fashion. I told him he was cool and he said "yeah, just like Daddy." Okay, I'll give him that. His dad is cool. Maybe not rescue hero cool, but certainly geek squad cool.
Upon hearing this, Sofia turned to me and emphatically placed her hand on her chest, saying, "Meeeeee!!!"
"Oh- are you cool too?" I asked.
"YAH!!" she cries.
"Just like Daddy?"
"YAH!!" even more excited now.
"Cool like Mommy?" I bat my eyes, waiting for her gleeful affirmation.
Silence fills the room like a recently poured Liquid Plumr foaming snake, quietly hissing and filling every crevice. (pardon the metaphor- I've been unclogging sinks)
"DA DA!!" She insists.
"And Mommy??" more desperately this time.
She just looks at me, almost sadly, hesitant to say anything. I can almost see the teenage Sofi rolling her eyes in exasperation. This toddler version of the girl is much kinder, though. She smiles a little, tilts her head to one side and says more quietly: "Da Da."
There you have it folks. Mom ain't cool. If an 18 month old can figure it out, anyone can.
Playing with the kids in the living room, David was pretending to be a "rescue hero" and jumping and twirling about in hero fashion. I told him he was cool and he said "yeah, just like Daddy." Okay, I'll give him that. His dad is cool. Maybe not rescue hero cool, but certainly geek squad cool.
Upon hearing this, Sofia turned to me and emphatically placed her hand on her chest, saying, "Meeeeee!!!"
"Oh- are you cool too?" I asked.
"YAH!!" she cries.
"Just like Daddy?"
"YAH!!" even more excited now.
"Cool like Mommy?" I bat my eyes, waiting for her gleeful affirmation.
Silence fills the room like a recently poured Liquid Plumr foaming snake, quietly hissing and filling every crevice. (pardon the metaphor- I've been unclogging sinks)
"DA DA!!" She insists.
"And Mommy??" more desperately this time.
She just looks at me, almost sadly, hesitant to say anything. I can almost see the teenage Sofi rolling her eyes in exasperation. This toddler version of the girl is much kinder, though. She smiles a little, tilts her head to one side and says more quietly: "Da Da."
There you have it folks. Mom ain't cool. If an 18 month old can figure it out, anyone can.
posted by Kristen @ 1:39 PM
6 Comments:
At 11:42 PM,
Anonymous said…
Oh MAn! Funny= Pain... I guess It's just because, they are a little more used to you in the hourly struggle for domination of structure vs chaos. I think your plenty cool anyway...
At 7:40 AM,
Kristen said…
Thanks, James. It must be difficult to view the main disciplinarian in the family as someone who's hip...either that or they figure anyone who wakes up looking like I do each morning could simply never in a million years hope to be "cool".
At 11:11 AM,
Anonymous said…
Yo Mama,
"Yous as cool as they get", that is in MY uncool eyes!
Love,
Mo
At 10:05 PM,
Alyssa said…
If you want your kids to think you're cool - do I have stories for them.
But I believe your husband lives in utter fear of that day.
Heh.
At 8:22 AM,
Kristen said…
Lyss-Don't forget, that works both ways sistah!
At 11:03 AM,
Rick Broussard said…
As a formerly cool dad, I can report to Ernesto that the higher the pedestal, the more bruising the inevitable fall. I suspect that being eye level with your kids on the cool scale is a gratifying and essential familial relationship.
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