In a week where I am sure I was not at my best parenting-wise, we heard this from friends we've known for about seven months when we showed up for our sledding date in our minivan:
"Wow, we didn't recognize you in a car."
I see that as a compliment of the highest order. And while I am using this space to boast, why don't I add this one?
Yesterday, racing on the Xtra with two boys goggled and helmeted on the back on our way to a themed kids' event at a downtown museum (with a bag stowed on the side, packed with pirate accessories and a home-made crab hat, finished just moments before, with a thumb blister from a hot-glue gun to prove it), we came across two hipsters on bikes stopped at a red light. The fella backed up, checked out the Radish, and looked into the orange-colored-plastic-wind-protected eyes of my sons and said,
"You've got a cool mom."