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I’m increasingly not cool

November 6, 2012
By ANDREW POTTER - Staff Writer (apotter@timesrepublican.com) , Times-Republican

You know that feeling when you are alone in the car and you need a little pick-me-up and sometimes that means you need to blare some music as you drive down a country road singing along.

Well, I had that feeling on the drive back to Marshalltown from doing a story in State Center recently.

So, I try to look at the CD inventory in my car in search of that perfect country road cruising song and was not happy with what I saw.

I look in the CD holder in my car and the first one I see is "Tunes for Toddlers: Volume 1." Well, that's going to be of no service to me at that point. I kept looking and noticed I also have "Tunes for Toddlers: Volume 3" in there. Again, not exactly what I was needing at that juncture.

I don't think cranking up the volume to songs like "Little Miss Muffet" would get the blood flowing. And the melody of "The Wheels on the Bus" would also not have worked either for me in the state of mind I was in.

Welcome to my life.

Whatever coolness I once had has been washed away by being a parent. I've already known this for quite some time but looking at those two toddler CDs reaffirmed it for me in a big way.

In the past, I've mentioned having to carry around a pink bag with princesses on it. Fortunately, that hasn't been the case lately as the young girl is now old enough to carry her own stuff.

I guess I should be used to not being cool by now. The best part about it is most people just notice the kids anyway so I'm mostly an afterthought to members of the public. So I don't think I'll try to be cool for at least a few more years, because it would be a futile attempt.

I never was a fan of being cool even before I was a parent - it's too much work to keep up with the latest fashion, hairstyles and slang.

Now, that I'm a parent that cool notion is not even in my stratosphere - I'll leave that banner to be flown by others.

When you often have to sniff a baby's bottom in public to see if they pooped, it's hard to even approach coolness.

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Reporter Andrew Potter is a Tuesday columnist for the Times-Republican. The views expressed in this column are personal views of the writer and don't necessarily reflect the views of the T-R. Contact Andrew Potter at 641-753-6611 or apotter@timesrepublican.com

 
 

 

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