Part One
A couple of years ago when picking up Rachel at Sunday School, I had the temerity to go in to let Rachel know I was there. On the way home she matter of factly said that it was just not cool to be seen with her parents any longer. When a kid is seven or eight, parents are still ok, but at her age parents are just not cool.
When I asked if there was anything that I could do about the situation, she said with all the patience of a wise man to a new pupil, "No". Well, what if I had a Rock & Roll Band? Would that help? The reply was eyes rolling to heaven and a look that told me that I probably couldn't do anything that would cause her greater embarrassment and a "No".
I've tried to lay low.
Part B
A couple of months ago we saw a motorcycle in the parking lot while at the grocery store. Rachel asked me when I was going to get another one. She then explained that it would certainly raise my cool factor if I had a bike again. Nothing like a little motivation.