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.
Over the weekend, Sebastian was with me in the car when we got rear ended by a kid who was texting while driving.
I hopped out of the car (after checking to make sure Seba was OK) and I was livid. Dropping F-bombs like they were going out of style.
Later, Tammy asked Sebastian about the incident.
Sebastian: “Daddy was really mad.”
Tammy: “How do you know?”
Seba: “He said a bad word.”
Tammy: “Really, what?”
Seba: “If I tell you will I get in trouble?”
Tammy: “No, it’s fine.”