We do a lot of walking around here, which is cool for exercise and getting “fresh” air. (Actually, NYC sits well outside of the top 20 cities for Year Round Particle Pollution! (#21)) But what’s not cool is when we walk for just a block and Cool Boy announces
“My legs are tired!”
We’ve walked up and down this city, so I know he has the stamina. He may just want to be carried; can’t say I blame him. If there were a chance that I could yell out, “My legs are tired!” and someone would give me a piggyback ride to the subway station, I’d probably take it.
But I’m not buying CB’s complaint. I’m 35, I have a bad back, and CB’s wearing sensible shoes (with skulls on them, for some reason. Mental note: talk to CM about footwear purchasing decisions). So I whip out one of parents’ most effective weapons against complaining: The Empty Threat. Continue reading

It’s time to spill the beans. Despite Cool Mum’s
I can’t believe that we’re already at February 1st of 2012! Actually, I refuse to believe it. In my reality, it’s January 13. Rent and credit card payments are still a comfy two weeks away. And the country is still swept in the orange and blue tide of TebowMania with the Broncos’ big playoff game against the Patriots coming up. Yep, it’s only the 13th, and I’m sure that our landlord and bank will be cool with that.


