love

My 7 year old son, Nicolas, is oh-so cool. (Or nowadays, I believe the term is “sweet.”) He’s too cool to wear the clothes I pick out for him, too cool to call me mommy (it’s now simply “mom”), too cool to watch “baby” shows on TV and too cool to play with or be nice to his little sister. Now that he’s graduated from first grade and is home everyday for the summer, I get to experience his coolness all day long, every day.