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.
My wife came home after a rather tumultuous day at work and was clearly exasperated. Nathan was immediately sensitive to his mother’s mood (since he was the focus of much of her wrath) and once she left the room, he turned to Sebastian and asked:
“Boy, why is she so mad today?”
Sebastian paused briefly and then spread his arms wide, did a quick pirouette (much like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music), and said simply: