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.
Before moving to Texas, my wife was in Houston most of the week, and back in Philly, the regulation of the boy’s personal hygiene (among other tasks) had fallen to me.
One Sunday night at dinner, it occurred to me that Nathan was particularly pungent.
Me: “Nathan, you stink! When is the last time you took a shower?”
Nathan (after a moment of reflection): “Friday.”
I glanced at him inquisitively, not convinced by his response, but before I could continue the interrogation, Sebastian interrupted:
“Which Friday?”
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the drunken cyclist 
I still remember the times we lived with teenage boys.. oh, my… particularly after hockey games. No one deserves it… 😉
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I now apologize daily to my parents. I had no idea.
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Valid question! And it only gets worse from there. I swear a goat lives in my oldest sons’s room.
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He is only 13 and it is already close to unbearable.
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That guy sure is quick-witted. I hope he uses his powers for good. 😀
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We wait with trepidation….
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Been there too! 🙄
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Yeah. Yikes!
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