This isn't for me, I don't care if he's cool. I'll love every cell of him forever, endlessly, every second, regardless of what he chooses to do with his life. But there are times when it's just easier to be a cool guy.
The other day, my son looked at me with those same wide eyes that once asked, "Mommy, when I'm older will you marry me?" and asked, "Mom, I'm getting older, doesn't that mean I should start wearing Hollister?"