I took the kids to the park yesterday.
Yeah, I'm cool that way.
We invited some friends also.
Apparently other parents have picked up on my coolness and have started taking their kids to the park.
You see when we were there this time
we had the place all to ourselves.
My friends and I found a place to sit and we sent the children off to do their thing while we did ours. After sitting there doing our thing for about an hour I decide that it is time to get up and stretch my legs.
Lying on the ground just in front of me is Ben's razor scooter.
Now remember, I'm a cool mom, so instead of just passing over it I picked it up to take it for a little spin.
Have I mentioned that the park is packed.
I carefully maneuver my way around a million other parents and possibly a few nannies to head for the open space on the other side of the play structure.
I'm cruising right along, cool as a cat.
Yeah, I'm cool. I've still got it.
Someone, however, forgot to warn me of the role that playground bark can play in the immediate discontinuation of the circular motion to a scooters wheel.
Yeah, I'm cool.
Especially when I'm picking myself up off the concrete pretending not to be hurt in order to maintain some semblance of my pride.
Did I mention the park was PACKED?