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.
In the car the other day, Sebastian indicated that a boy at school was getting in trouble a lot. Tammy asked him if he ever got in trouble.
Tammy: “Who else gets in trouble?”
Seba: “Nathan” (his brother).
Tammy: “Why does Nathan get in trouble?”
Seba: “He gets those ‘B’ and ‘D’ thingies at school.” (Nathan recently changed schools and his first two grades were not acceptable to his mother.)
Tammy: “Are you going to get in trouble like Nathan?”
Tammy: “Why not?”
Seba: “Because I have one of these”