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.
While out shopping yesterday, Sebastian saw a sweatshirt with a rather menacing wolf head on it. He immediately recoiled in horror. I was worried that Sebastian, who still suffers from the occasional night terror, might have another rough night.
Me: “What’s the matter? Did that scare you?”
Sebastian: “No, not at all.”
“It’s just UGLY!”