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.
Late last night we returned from two weeks in California for Spring Break. This encounter, however, comes from last year’s Spring Break, when Sebastian was five (and a half)….
While visiting his grandparents in the suburbs….
My wife: “Sebastian, wait for me in the garage.”
Seba: “What’s a garage?”
Maybe we have lived in the city for too long….
Reminds me of this exchange I had with my daughter when she was around that age running around the house yelling “Five Five Five Five” repeatedly:
“Stop that! You sound like a broken record player!”
“Five Five Five Five……………
What’s a record player?”
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