No Longer a "Cool Mom" am I

So this morning, I go pick up my 10 year old daughter from her weekly sleepover at her BFF Rachel's house.

My sleepy-faced yet lovely daughter meets me at their door with a smiley face drawn on her forehead in blue marker.

I say, "Honey, you have a smiley face on your forehead. We have to be at such-and-such in 20 minutes. We need to get that off your face." (While speaking, of course, I immediately start digging in my purse for the make-shift tools needed for "marker removal"...)

Meanwhile, my lovely daughter pulls back, stops me with a withering gaze and says "You're not going to spit on a kleenex and try to get it off THAT way, are you?"

Busted.