Eleven-year-olds agree, I'm not cool

I called my father last night, well - I tried to. The call was intercepted by my niece, Blondie, since she was hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa. We chatted for a few minutes, I made a joke and Blondie promptly announced that I'm weird.

"But I'm you're cool aunt!" I insisted.
"You're weird," she replied with a giggle.
"You know, you're hardly the first member of the family to tell me I'm weird," I sighed.

We talked about Science class (it's good), the death of recess (it's coming) and what kind of projects she'll be working on in the future. Sounds like she's going to have to build a roller coaster. That's the kind of science I can get behind.