Me to kids: Do you guys want me to walk you to your classrooms this morning since it's your first day of school?
A: *giggle* Nahhhhh. I know where my classroom is.
K: Brandon? How bout you?
B: I'm good.
K to self: Ohhhhhh shit, even Brandon doesn't want me to walk him into the school. Could it be that I didn't shower last night after an extremely hot sweaty day clothes shopping with the kids? Could it be that I look like shit? Do I really smell that bad? I've put on a hat, they can't even SEE my nasty unwashed messy hair. I'm not even in my pajamas...I put on a pair of running pants. Even clean ones. No no no that can't be it. Amanda's just at that age, she's too cool for me now. And Brandon, well he is trying to be a big boy. Yeah...that's gotta be it. Keep it together woman...
The black eyeliner and the underwear-showing pants (I've just realized I don't need to be gender-specific here) are just around the corner.