Sebastian is my six-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.
I was perusing my notes from the last few years, and here is another gem from this time last year:
Driving back from Christmas Village with the boys this afternoon, we pull up to a light where there was a panhandler with a sign.
Sebastian (who STILL can’t read): “What does his sign say Daddy?”
Seba: “Give him some money!”
I gave the guy a dollar.
As we pulled away….
Seba: “Daddy, what’s a Vet?”