Sebastian is my seven-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 on the plane heading back from the in-laws in California. Per normal, my mother-in-law packed an array of snacks for the boys: chips, rice balls, sushi, dry cereal, etc.
Sebastian had made his way through most of it and had finally started working on the cereal. My wife asked for the bag back, figuring he had consumed enough.
Sebastian: “Can I just finish the bag? There is not much left…”
My wife: “I don’t know, doesn’t your tummy hurt?”