On the way in to Trader Joe's this afternoon, I kept a close hand on Oliver in the parking lot. He ripped his hand out of mine and said, Mom! I don't want any of my friends to see you holding my hand! I good- naturedly frowned and asked him whether he was embarrassed by me. He replied that I needed to look more cool, like, I should wear skinny jeans or something. Then he glanced up and told me well, at least your glasses are kind of cool. But just barely.