Today I was driving out of the grocery store parking lot with the windows down, listening to some high school era Sum 41 and feeling a little bit bad ass. Then I remembered I was driving a 4-door sedan with a car seat in the back. And wearing a skort. In my defense, you can't tell it's a skort (the shorts are hidden) and it's very handy for sitting on the floor with a baby.
Also, if the 16 year old bag boy offers to help you and your baby to your car that probably means your hipness has long since peaked.
* If you get this reference you're at least as lame as me. No question.