Sebastian is my eight-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. Nathan is our thirteen-year-old and usually is much more stoic than Sebastian. Usually.
The other day my wife came home with some new eyeglasses which were made from recycled vinyl records.
She approached Nathan to get his approval.
My wife: “Nathan, do you like my new glasses? They are made out of recycled records!”
Nathan: “What’s a record?”
My Wife: “You know, those discs made out of vinyl that have music on them.”
Nathan: “You mean those silver things that daddy puts in the computer and puts our playlists on?”
My wife: “Never mind.”