A wolf in mom's clothing

George and I have been making a daily pilgrimage to Rocky Point Park. It's a big ol'water park and picnic area here in Pomo. The place is gagging with strollers, puppies, moms, and little ones. It's a really nice place, but I still feel like an impostor when I go there. I've got the ponytail, and the suburban mom uniform of fashion backward capris and T's, I've even got the kid in the stroller--but I still don't feel like "one of them."