It was sad.
And it wasn't Reagan...although I'm seeing glimpses of it from her little personality and love for shoes, Paris Hilton perfume and Taylor Swift. It was Jackson. My sweet, sweet Jackson....who now thinks he's too cool.
He was getting ready for school this morning and I had already picked his clothes out. I told him to go put them on and then to come brush his teeth. He did as I said, but then came in and told me that he was going to take the shirt off when he got to school (he had another shirt on underneath). I told him no and that he had to leave his shirt on. Without skipping a beat, he then threw himself up on the bed and cried, "I can't wear this shirt! It's not cool! I can't!!!!...."
Me: What???? (laughing a little) Yes you can wear that shirt! You will wear that shirt. You are 3 1/2 years old! If it's cool for me, then it's cool for you!"
He really didn't want to wear the shirt. I made him wear it. I figure that there will be worse battles than this later down the road. If he thinks he can win now then he will certainly think that later.
I have never experienced this before. More importantly, this means he doesn't think I'm cool!
So, now I am the uncool mother. At 26 years old. Mom, you're not cool....
Oh well. I didn't become a Mom to be cool. :)