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.

After receiving his Whoopie Cushion (the name of which he has trouble remembering), Sebastian has asked me no fewer than a dozen times to stand up.

He then places the inflated cushion on the seat and orders me to sit once again.

When the cushion performs as designed, Sebastian laughs hysterically.

After once such instance, he asked: “Did you know I put the Hippie Cussing down on your chair?”