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 got up on his own and got dressed for school without any prodding (which is rare). He made his way into our room and climbed into bed. His mother was in the bathroom and asked him to come give her a hug.

Seba: “Why?”

Me: “She is leaving us again today for a couple of days.”

Seba let out a gasp, which I took as a sign of disappointment. He then uttered in the slightest whisper: “Survivor!”

(His mother does not let the boys watch TV during the week, but their father has been known to let them watch their favorite reality TV show as long as they have their homework done and promise not to tell their mother.)