The Cool

This past Thursday was my nephews birthday.  We all went to paintball, with his friends.  When I showed up, he started yelling, "That's him.  That's my cool uncle.  The one I was telling you about."
The kids ran up to me and started talking to me.
"Preston's always talking about you," they said.
It felt very awkward for me, because anyone that know's me, knows I'm far from cool.
Then, they noticed my area down there was protruding BECAUSE I WAS WEARING A CUP, SO AS TO NOT GET HIT BY A PAINTBALL IN THE NUTS.  They started laughing.  When I explained that I was wearing a cup, I started knocking on it with my knuckles making beat.  The boys all started laughing.  I then heard them talking to each other, "You're right, he is cool."
Kind of weird to be considered the cool uncle.