Obvious answers

What's a girl to do when she's out school shopping and stumbles across a pair of neon flats that are on sale for half price?

OBVI...

Buy one in each color- freakin hot pink, blazin orange, bright yellow....HELLOOOOOOO!

Just kidding, just kidding. I restrained myself and managed to narrow my tempting selection down to a bright yellow. I mean, after all, I had to be able to buy my kids some shoes also. 

{That might have been a bit awkward stumbling through the front door with three pairs of shoes for myself AND.....none for the kids...}

So the bebes- all four of them- and I loaded our large-clan-selves up and hit the road. We had things to do. Dreams of Adizeros (the latest and greatest shoes in the minds of 5 and 7 yr olds FYI) were calling the boys' names- specifically stylist connoisseur, Pistol Pope Hansen. And it was finally...FINALLY...time to do back to school shopping. Which meant possibly...POSSIBLY...he'd be landing himself a pair of these beauties that he's been left to only dream about.

Let me tell you, acting on dreams puts EVERYONE in a good mood. And that good mood could be felt deep in our car. We roll up to our parking spot- a MONEY parking spot I must add- and guess who's ushering us into the money spot? I swear, no pun was intended BUT...it was Usher. Usher starts blasting through the speakers and 3 kids are singing and one big mama has her hand raised and her dance face on. I go to turn the car off, and B man interrupts the process with a persistence that every party- because don't doubt that this was anything less than a party- needs- "Mom, don't turn off the music...can we EXPLODE this song?"

Explode the song?

I'm thinking bombs and explosives, you know, things of that sort. 

Confused.

But he was all, "Yea Mom, let's EXPLODE this song."

Ooooohhhh yeah baby, he wants to BUMP some Usher!

And this post ain't called "Obvious Answers" for nothing!!!!

So up goes the volume and...AND...open go ALL the doors- back hatch included- of my....white minivan. 

{Possibly it looked like a Mercedes with all doors open? {{Clip on that link, that was a good story!}} One can hope.}

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ohOh oh, oh my goshYou make me want to sayOh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh

And finally....after teenage years of bumping good music, cruisin the strip, State St, Main St....WHATEVER the place to drive up and down and up and down again on Friday night may have been called...

...FINALLY...

I'm getting that fleeting attention that all those years ago wanted nothing to do with me! 

Ya'll, people were looking at me- dare I say-...longingly?!! They thought I was...COOL. With a capital C. And I guess an O-O-L too.

Minivan and all.  

They were impressed by both my mothering skills and...me. Do not doubt.

They were dreaming about me being their mother. Or...should we go there? We're going there...dreaming about me being their baby mama.

I was the definition of cool for that brief 4 minutes and 45 seconds. I could see in in their eyes and possibly somewhat strange looks.

BUT...

I don't have time for on-lookers.

I'm more in the market for impressing 7,5,3, and 1 year olds. 

Done and done. Check. Mission accomplished. I did just that. With  bit of help from my boy, Usher.

So OF COURSE with a start like that I came home with a steal of a deal in the form of bright yellow flats.

And OF COURSE the boys decided on shoes that were half the price of Adizeros.

We were all WINNERS.

And I was COOL. With a capital C.

And now...back to reality.