Conversations With 11- and 12-Year-Olds

Marley: …and she was a witch!
Me, interrupting: What’s wrong with being a witch?
Marley: …
Me: I’m a witch, religiously speaking.
Miles, excitedly: Are you a Pagan??!?!
Me: I am.

And just like that, I was Cool Aunt Kim. And I stayed Cool Aunt Kim until Marley asked who was my favorite Jonas Brother, which is when I had to confess that I not only don’t have a favorite, but I don’t even know any of their names. Cool Aunt Kim was suddenly no more.

Kids. So fickle.