Sebastian is my eight-year old (his birthday was Friday) 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.
I asked the boys to help me unload the dishwasher. Normally, Sebastian handles the silverware, but this time, I handed him several dishes to put away.
After struggling to reach the cupboard that contained the plates, he uttered: “I can’t reach!”
Me: “Try harder, you’re a smart kid, figure it out!”
After reaching in vain for another few seconds: “I can’t reach, I just can’t!”
Me, frustrated that he still was not getting the message that I wanted him to use his head to figure out how to get the job done: “I don’t want to hear the word ‘can’t’ again, figure it out!”
Another few seconds later….
Seba: “I…can not reach, I just can not.”