cool mom

You get to suffer through me showing up at the park to make sure you're not mackin' it to some chick on the swings. And I know people don't say "mackin' it" anymore, but it's an awesome way to describe seriously weak pre-teen game.
My older son has always been a big-time Mama's boy. That is, until the current school year, when he became a third grader and I became a source of embarrassment