Cool Breeze

This morning as I was walking Mason into school, I told him I thought he was the coolest boy! Hey he could run up all the stairs without taking a break and that, to me, was really cool. He does other really cool things too, but at that moment it was cool to run up the steps.

When he reached the top he looked at me. After I called him the coolest, he called me cool. Really? I asked him. Yah, he says. You think I'm cool Mason? Of hourse (course). I wanted to ask why, but stopped myself. I'd hate to put a four year old on the spot just to make me feel better.


Then Mason started talking more. And I realized I didn't have to put him on the spot. He's willing to tell me why I'm cool. Through Mason's eyes the following make me cool:

• I take him on bike rides and will let him ride his skateboard when the ice melts.
  
• We get to go skiing together.


• I take him to run errands with me.


• Sometimes I let him eat candies and chew gum in the morning!! (Daddy does not let him and NO he did NOT eat Easter candy for breakfast on this particular morning!)
  

Maybe, just maybe, he actually likes hanging out with me. And that may mean that I am cool. All I know is that I want to stay cool, like uhh, forever!