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: