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 woke up rather upset the other morning.
My wife: “What’s the matter?”
Sebastian: “I had a bad dream.”
My wife: “What happened in your dream?”
Seba: “I was bitten by a lady bug.”
My wife: “A lady bug?”
Seba nods affirmatively.
My wife: “I am pretty sure that lady bugs don’t bite sweetie.”
Seba: “Then why do people always say: ‘Sleep tight and don’t let the lady bugs bite’?”