Being the cool mom has its rewards and its trials. For example, driving down the road the boys (general term for Justin and his friends) decide they would be soo cool if they turned on the hip-hop/rap station and blare it from here to Doomsday. And dance. If you can call that dancing. And roll the windows down. Picture me driving along with 50 Cent blasting out of every window and the car shaking because of so much dancing and merry-making. What was that? You don't think this picture fits me? Well, if you tuned in a different music (I'll not say what genre) back in the day, the picture just might have fit. Without the dancing. But nowadays... my head immediately started throbbing and I remembered that I'm not as young as I used to be. Good thing the movie theater wasn't far!

Oh! I'm afraid the Cool Mom may be joining the Endangered Species list as Cool Mom had to pick mischievous boys up AGAIN from a TP escapade. Grrr. That's the sound of a Cool Mom losing her patience and the coolness slipping away as she realizes she might have less than 'the best.'