Wow. Just total wow.
I am speaking to my son tonight, pumped because I have like my 5th follower on my blog. I am thrilled beyond belief that 5 people like the way that I write. (The fact that at least two of them are friends does not kill my buzz at all!)
Son: “Mom what is a follower?”
Me: “Someone who likes my writing and is reading what I wrote.”
Son: “So basically they like me. ‘Cause like all you write about is me; so they just like me.”
Me: “Ummmmm no I do not solely write about you. I write about other things too.”
Son: “Moooooom, what is more important than me?”
Me: (In head) Fuck Fuck Shit yeah. So despite the fact that I do write about other things, my narcissistic son believes that my entire life revolves around him. (And he is not wrong)
Driving my son to school yesterday and we have a conversation about coolness. He relates coolness to the clothing he wears or does not wear during the winter months. Apparently a toque, scarf and mittens are totally uncool.
I explain to him that he is eight years old. At that age no one is cool. I do not care who you are you are not cool at eight. Also explained that the only time he is allowed to be cool is when he is in high school. We have like six years before we worry about that.
“Hey Buddy just so you know I was not cool either. Not in school and not now.”
“Mom you are totally cool.”
“I am not. Child I am a book reading uncool mom in toque, mittens and boots.”
“Mom me and bf’s name totally think that you are sooooooooo cool.”
I did not know how to respond. I have finally become cool. It has taken me 44 years but there you have it. In the eyes of the one person that it is important for me to be a little bit outstanding, I am cool. Bonus is his bf totally thinks that I am cool too! What a win for the week.