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.
Me: “Sebastian, what is the date today?”
Sebastian: “May thirty-oneth.”
Me: “What is the date tomorrow?”
Seba: “June Oneth.”
Nathan: “And the day after that?”
Seba: “June Tooth.”
Pause.
Seba: “What’s so funny?”
the drunken cyclist 
This one had me snorting with laughter. I want to squish this fella.
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He has us all wrapped around his little finger. Not good for the teenage years…
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He must keep you in stitches all the time. Too cute.
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We have found ourselves trying to repress our laughter–he is already a little politician, he does not need any more encouragement!
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Too funny. Now I’m starting to wonder if you’re making this up. 🙂
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I make up a lot of stuff, but not with this kid–there is no way I could think of some of the things he says!
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The thing is, Sebastian is right. It’s the rest of the world that’s confused. I ❤ Sebastian.
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We ❤ him as well! And you're right–he has an innate ability to look at something we see as "normal" and point out how ridiculous it truly is. I hope he never loses that!
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