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.
My wife: “Sebastian, why are those clothes lying on the floor? You need to pick them up and put them away.”
Sebastian: “Those are the clothes I wore today. I am going to wear them again tomorrow.”
My wife: “Sebastian, you can’t wear the exact same clothes two days in a row, you just can’t.”
Sebastian: “Well, I was going to wear different socks.“