Robots are cool, right?

So we're riding in the car yesterday, as the sun was setting at just the right height to remind me to put on my shades.  So I put on my Jessica Simpson shades that cover half my face, feeling quite chic.  ANd then Noelle reinforces my thoughts, 

Noelle: Mom, turn around, let me see your sunglasses.

So, I turn around and smile.

"You look cool, Mom. "

"Thanks, Noelle."  Wondering how long I can keep up this act...can I manage it into her teen years? then..

"Yeah, you like like a robot."

bubble burst.  the end of my cool mom phase has come to an abrupt death.

wait, what?  she's 4.  what coolness does she no of?  that's right, i know more coolness that she does.  My cool mom confidence has returned.