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. 

Sebastian: “I am going to get married when I am 28.”

My wife: “Huh? Why 28?”

Seba: “So that I can have babies. I want to have babies.”

My wife: “Well, you don’t have to be 28, once you get older, you can have babies at pretty much any age.”

Seba: “Really?”

My wife: “Yep. Are you going to marry a boy or a girl?”

Seba: “A girl, duh. Boys can’t have babies.”

My wife: “Well, that is not entirely true. Boys sometimes marry boys and girls sometime marry girls and they often have children.”

Seba: “Really?!? I thought only girls could have babies. Does that mean I can have a baby?!?

My wife: “Well, not exactly. You will have to talk to your father about that. So do you think you will want to marry a girl or a boy?”

After a long pause….

Seba: “DK. DC.”

(Which means “Don’t know, don’t care” in Sebastianese.)