Coolest Mom in the World!

Remember when I told you about my history with Super Mario Bros?  Well, the Coolest Mom in the World strikes again!

Picture it: 
It is morning.  Our Wednesday visitor shows up before my children wake.  We chat for about a half hour (he's a talker, that one; cracks me up).  I ask if he wants to play Wii.

Turns out the kids' new (old) game to play is Super Mario Bros (again).  Yay!  I know this game!

We turn it on.  He plays a round.  I tell him my history with the game.  How I've beaten the game.

Him (wide eyed):  You've beaten this game??
Me (solemnly):  Yes.  Yes, I did.
Him:  Whoa!

Yes, that's right.  I'm amazing because I've beaten a Nintendo game.  I can die happy now.

Then I play a round for him.  I'm dodging mushroom guys left and right!  I'm getting extra lives he doesn't know exist!  I'm getting 5,000 points just by jumping the flag correctly! 

I.  Rock.  It. 

The kid is enthralled.  I love this kid.  My kids don't think I'm nearly as cool.  They usually roll their eyes any time I try to show off my awesomeness.  Not this kid.  He is immensely impressed. 

I think I'd like to keep him as one of my own.  I'm pretty sure his mom won't mind.

Finally, my lazy ones come down the stairs.  They go to the basement, as usual.  Our visitor tells them what I have just accomplished.  (To be fair, I only got to somewhere in the 5th level, but still.  They haven't gotten that far.)

I'm upstairs in the kitchen, listening to his tale.  A lot of "She did this!" and "She did that!"  They were all, "She did?!"  It?  Was fantastic. 

I wonder if they give you a tiara for Coolest Mom or is it just a T-shirt?