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 took a bite of his dinner and it was way too hot for him. He started to scream and flapping his arms.
Me: “Take a chill pill! Just spit it back out!”
He obliged and after a few moments of complaining…
Sebastian: “Where are the chill pills? My mouth is still really hot?”