Uncool

Last night we watched a cartoon show in which the characters throw a "wild party" while their guardian is away. Naturally, the children were thrilled with the idea and so when they woke up this morning they said, "Mom, let's go have a wild party!"

We ran around the living room singing, dancing, and whooping for a while until I ran out of energy and had to call halt. They were still giggling as I got their breakfast for them. As I handed Caroline her bowl of cereal, she asked "have you ever been to a wild party, Mommy?"

I replied that I had. She scoffed "besides this one?" I assured her that I had been to other wilder parties. "When?" she challenged, "before I was born?" I said that, yes, they had been before she was born and she just looked at me as if to say "yeah, right." I imagine she was thinking that it was pretty suspicious that it happened before she was born, making it impossible for her to verify it. Sure, Mom, whatever you say.

She's only six, and already I am uncool. Rats.