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.
While off camping, Seba slipped in the port-o-potty and struck his eye on the toliet seat, resulting in a very swollen eye.
Even though I have merely a Ph.D., I mentioned to my wife (who is a full-blown M.D.–a “real doctor” and a pediatrician to boot) that we might want to get some ice on it.
She agreed, but after only a moment or two of coldness….
Seba: “Why do I need this ice? It is really cold!
Nathan: “Because you fell and knocked your head–don’t you want it to get better?”
Seba: “Why can’t I just put a bandaid on it?”
Nathan: “What? Are you crazy? You won’t be able to see!”
Seba: “Why not? I have another eye….”
the drunken cyclist 
That child has unquestionable logic.
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Indeed!
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Wow- 7! Wasn’t he 4 years old when you started SAFS?
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Yeah, well there has been 123 of them (with a few repeats)….
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That is so sweet! Thanks for sharing. I passed the link along to a bunch of people (many of whom like wine, so a double win).
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Thanks so much!
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