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.
We were at the boys’ cousins’ house and Nathan and Sebastian were playing wiffle ball in the back yard.
After a few minutes, the two came in.
Me: “What happened?”
Nathan: “Sebastian hit the ball over the fence, so we can’t play anymore.”
After going outside and unsuccessfully looking for the ball in the neighbor’s yard I came back inside.
Me: “I could not find it, but that’s OK, we can go buy another.”
Nathan: “Yeah, and Sebastian can pay for it out of his allowance!”
Me: “Sebastian does not get an allowance.”
Sebastian jumped up, pointed at his brother, and screamed:
“Ha! Joke’s on you!”