Johnny Cool

Its a little ironic. When he's 13 he'll ache to be cool. He'll agonise over every piece of clothing, every blemish, every wayward tuft of hair. Nothing will ever sit right, look right, feel right. He'll wish with all his insecure heart he was someone else, someone better.

If he's like me.

And yet here he is, age 3,
utterly and effortlessly Mr. Supercool.

If only he and I could remember that.