Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
We have decided that if Sebastian wants to ask for something to eat between meals, he has to ask in French (he, like his brother, goes to a French immersion school and there’s nothing like a little motivation to encourage language acquisition). The other day he said to my wife (who’s French is better than either of our boys realize):
“Est-ce que je peux avoir un biscuit?”
So my wife gave him a cracker (‘biscuit’).
He glanced down at the cracker, and then back to his mother: “No Mommy, ‘biscuit’ means ‘candy’.”