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.
Sebastian came down the stairs crying as I was watching the game.
He sat on my lap, looking for some sympathy. Thank goodness for DVR or I would have kicked him to the curb.
Me: “What’s the matter?”
Seba: “I hurt my toe and Nathan stopped playing with me. He said I was ‘over-reacting’.”
Me: “Well what happened?”
Seba: “I hit my toe hard and it really hurt, so I started to cry.”
Me: “So were you over-reacting?”
I rubbed his foot for a while, until he was ready to go upstairs again. On his way upstairs, I called after him.
Me: “Sebastian, do you know what ‘over-reacting’ means?”
Seba (somewhat sheepishly): “no.”