Cooper and I are off to New York this week, which is great because my Mom will put us up and we’ll get to spend a lot of time with her. It’s also not so great because my Mom will put us up and we’ll get to spend a lot of time with her. Mom’s really into that whole “my roof, my rules” thing, although in her case it’s more like, “my world, my rules”. But getting Cooper to know and love New York is my job, not Mom’s. When is she going to learn that if anybody’s going to be running Cooper’s life it’s going to be me? Boy, did that not sound right. OK, time out: what am I worried about? The three of us will be together in New York City and we’re going to have a blast. We’ll see great shows, go to great restaurants, and laugh a lot. My Mom knows I want Cooper to have as normal a childhood as possible, which means no publicity, no paparazzi, and – mostly – no trying to get him into show business. As long as Mom respects that, we’re totally good. I think.