Last week, Nicholas was getting ready for school and as I put his stuff in his backpack, he exclaimed, “Mama, not THAT backpack. I’m not using THAT backpack anymore.””No? Why not?”
“‘Cause that’s not the kind that cool kids use,” said with full eye roll, thankyouverymuch. “Cool kids use the kind like my other backpack,” as he raced upstairs to find it.
For thems not in the know, the “other” backpack, which has now been deemed cooler than cool, has wheels and a pull-up handle. ‘Tis NOT the kind that you just sling on your back. Who knew?
We pulled up in front of the school and he jumped out of the car and handed me his backpack.
“You can’t carry it?”
“No, Mama, it’s too heavy. You can.”
Now far be it from me to argue with a “cool kid,” but exactly how cool is it when your mother is behind you dragging your backpack?