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I saw this visor beanie at an after-Christmas sale, thought it fit my sartorial style (whatever that is), bought it and have proceeded to make it my little snowy weather friend this winter. I have worn it dozens and dozens of times, each time feeling almost as cool as miss model with the fingerless gloves up there.
We woke to more fresh snow today, so when Owen and I were heading out for the morning I naturally grabbed my cable knit buddy and crammed it down low over my forehead.
"No hat Mommy. Mommy take hat off!"
"What? Why? Don't you think I look cool Owen? Like one of those Olympic snowboarder girls?"
With almost no inflection, Owen said, "No." And he turned his back on me and walked to the door.
Later, when we were coming back home, we got stuck behind a car with modified exhaust.
"What dat no-eez?"
"That's just a guy who fixed his car so it would be loud and people would notice him. Do you think he is silly? Or do you think he is cool?"
"You don't think he is silly?"
So there you have it. As if I didn't get a clear enough message in high school, my toddler has now verified that I am not even as cool as a guy who most likely spends his weekends in the McDonald's parking lot with his car hood raised.
Dreamcakes? Definitely cool.