Jonas is well into kindergarten and I feel like he’s just the coolest kid ever! He has his kiddie friends, maybe two girlfriends, one whom he made a bracelet for the other day <3 and I totally get this “I’m too cool for school” vibe. And when I mean “cool” I mean like he’s just the 5-year-old version of a Mr. Suave. Hair slick in a well-manicured mohawk, wearing the trendiest graphic tees, finishing class assignments super fast, shmoozing his teacher with apples and “you’re the best teacher ever” drawings, and flaunting a lunch account with money enough to feed him breakfast, lunch, and snack for the rest of the year. The kid is a poster child for coolness.

I remember being such a loser in kindergarten. I have this one memory where my mom usually packed me some loser snack that I’d have no excitement over. However, the kid next to me had the most awesome snack, Honey Nut Cheerios. The sweetest, best oat of an O that I was ever introduced to. I remember he’d mindlessly drop a cheerio or two and it would tumble under the table. I’d nonchalantly drop my pencil or whatever, eagerly drop to the floor to pretend to pick it up, and then look for the fallen cheerio to eat it. I did this for days…maybe weeks. The kid finally caught on. He then started dropping more Cheerios for me. I’d spend my snack time under the table on my knees, sitting on my feet, snatching the purposely dropped dusty floor Cheerios and popping them in my mouth like sucha loser. His name was Peter. Thanks Peter for feeding me the awesome Cheerios, but probably encouraging my loser status. Sadly, I was nothing like my cool 5-year-old.