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.
I was driving home the other day with Sebastian in the back seat and I asked him what he would like for dinner.
Seba: “I dunno.”
Me: “Well, what is your favorite thing to have for dinner?”
Seba: “Grandma’s jambalaya!”
Me (not expecting this response): “Really?!?”
Seba: “Yeah! Grandma is my favorite cook. #2 is you and mommy (you’re tied), and #3 is Nathan.”
Me: “Well, do you want to learn how to cook?”
Seba: “Not really.”
Me: “Oh, come on! It would be fun, we can go home and look through a cookbook and I can walk you through it. What would you like to make?”