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. 

This year, for his birthday in March, we got Nathan a smart watch. Ever since that day, Sebastian has been bugging us to get him one as well. Since he loses everything from swimming goggles to his underwear, we have resisted.

Recently however, his mother relented and bought him a very basic pedometer, which basically counts the number of times his arm moves as he walks. Early one morning she asked him about it.

My wife: “How is your new watch?”

Sebastian: “Great! I already beat it!”

My wife: “Huh?”

Seba: “It said you need to walk 10,000 steps a day and I beat it!

My wife: “So how many do you have?”

Seba: “Over 17,000!”

My wife: “What? How did you do that?!”

Seba: “Basically by doing this a lot.”

He raised the arm with the device on it and started waving it back and forth furiously.