Macy and a friend from school were playing today, when I was called into the playroom to help with something. About 1 second later Macy says,
"Um, mom, could you please leave the room?"
Suuuuure...I see I'm cramping your style.
That's when Macy looked at me like I was a flesh-eating alien.
I guess the kids aren't using "cramping your style" these days.
I'm officially un-cool.
I knew it was coming, I just thought I was cool enough to hang onto it until she was a sassy teen. I think it's because even "cool" isn't cool.