So last weekend my firstborn hosted a surprise birthday party for her friend, Christina, at our house. Her friend, Aubrynn, was also in on the nefarious plot, and was therefore hanging out at our house Saturday afternoon. Those girls cooked yummy brownies and cookies, and I mixed up some yummy faux caramel apple dip (ooh, I should probably post this recipe, huh?) and dill dip for potato chips.
At one point in the preparations, the discussion turned to the upcoming premier of Twilight 10 days 7 hours and 30 minutes as of this writing. Apparently the local high school is selling discount tickets to students for the midnight showing of the premiere. Adorable Aubrynn turned to me and asked if I was planning to see the movie.
"You betcha I am!" I replied with appropriate enthusiasm.
"Really?! You should go with us!"
I was really touched that my teenager's friend thought I was cool enough to want to go to the movies with me.
"Aw, Aubrynn, that's sweet of you to invite me! I was planning to go with my girlfriends though, but thanks!
"Well, you should still come with us. To drive us at least."
Huh. I guess my coolness is related to whether or not my daughter and her friends need a ride somewhere.