I've got cool kids. But one (or maybe some, or even all) of them has raised the bar.
I had put a clean pair of pajamas on my bed this morning. I just went upstairs to get dressed for bed and upon my pajamas there was a small, plastic triceratops.
Most parents, when finding plastic toys in their bed or clothes, would complain. And I do, except that triceratops is my favorite dinosaur (geek score increasing logarithmically - oops there is goes again).
That is so cool that they would put my favorite dinosaur - maybe even give me the dinosaur - that they found while cleaning (or making) some mess.