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.
Sebastian’s birthday was back in August, and his mother and brother were both out of town. So, the morning of, the conversation went something like this:
Me: “What do you want for your birthday dinner?”
Seba: “I dunno.”
Me: “Well, would you rather go out for dinner?”
A few minutes later…
Seba: “How about we just have leftovers and play poker all night?”
So we did. I’m not sure that was my best parenting ever.
Seba left alone with a selfie stick: