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?”
Seba: “Toast.”
the drunken cyclist 
It’s impossible not to love Sebastian!
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🙂
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I started my blog for my daughter so she could cook on her own, and all she wants to do is eat out at restaurants… But you know, toast is a beginning!
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Gotta start somewhere!
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If he can pop some popcorn, add jelly beans and pretzel sticks and he can make Snoopy’s Thanksgiving dinner.
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I don’t think I will be passing on that “recipe”!
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A least he won’t starve & learning to operate a toaster is a life long skill. Double win.
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Yeah, I guess there is that…. 😛
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If I had 4 good cooks in my life, I don’t think I’d want to learn either. Smart kid!
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So you think we are getting played?
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