Strange?

We bought Kendall a bag of the pre-sliced apples at a restaurant the other day. This is the real conversation that followed:
Me: "Kendall, you need to eat your apples."
Kendall: "I don't want those apples. They are strange."
(Randy and me trying not to laugh): "Kendall, those apples aren't strange."
Kendall: "Yes! They are strange!"
Me: "Kendall, those apples aren't strange. You're strange."
Kendall: "I am perfect! I am not strange!"

Yes. Yes she is. Strange that is - not perfect. Ha!