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 were in the car the other day when Sebastian said:
“Daddy, when are we going to get home? I need to do my diarrhea.”
Me: “WHAT? Are you sure?”
Panic mode set in. I started thinking of the nearest place I could pull over and get him to a bathroom–we were still a good 15 minutes from home.
Sebastian: “Yeah, it’s due on Monday and I have not done ANYTHING yet.”
Me: “You mean your diorama?”