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.
Recently, Sebastian has shown great interest in helping me cook in the kitchen. The other day, we were grilling hamburgers and the boys begged for Tater Tots as an accompaniment (actually, all they did was ask–I am a fan of the tot).
I asked Seba to read the cooking direction on the package:
“Preheat oven to 400 little tiny circle big F dot.”