We have entered into a new era with our 9-year old son, Noah. It’s something I knew would eventually arrive but I dreaded it nonetheless. He now must look cool for school. No more stocking up on the same shirt in eight colors at Wal-Mart or Target. No, no. It’s all about Tony Hawk and Vans now. Oh sweet mercy. So, we went to the local Kohl’s recently because I got me one of those 30% off coupons off EVERYTHING IN THE ENTIRE STORE. Glory to God. And can I just say that Kohl’s is a blessing to me? Can I? Because it is. I mean what other department store provides such hip, trendy clothing and older lady clothing all in the same store for such a steal of a price? And don’t even get me started on the home section. The Shopping. Poor, little dude had to try on the clothes because he is so darn tall and weighs about the same as my left thigh, which means that I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA if he’ll be able to fit into a 10 regular or 12 slim and as it happens, he ends up not being able to wear the 10 because they were WAY too short and the 12 would have fit him AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER. But he was a trooper and even chose a shirt that said, “My Mom Rocks.” Oh, he has no idea how much I rock. On our way home from the store, I decided to show him and found myself jammin’ out to a song from the 80’s, of course, and he actually liked it, too. He said, “You know the words. Is this from the 80’s?” I informed him that indeed it was. He laughs as I begin to dance and “pop” like a rapp-ah and says, “Mom, you are so not cool.” While wearing my Keds and parachute pants, I let him know that I invented cool and that he better STEP. Holla.