Sebastian is my nine-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: “What should we make for Thanksgiving?”
Me: “Whatever we do, can we plan on extra stuffing? It seems we always run out. ”
Seba: “Yeah! I want lots of stuffing too!”
The morning of Thanksgiving, my wife set about making the stuffing when Seba asked if he could help.
My wife assented and started chopping the vegetables.
Seba (who is far from a vegetable lover): “What is all of THAT?”
My wife: “Carrots, onions, celery, …”
Seba: “I know THAT, what’s it for?”
My wife: “The stuffing!”
After a moment, Seba left the room.
My wife: “Where are you going?”
Seba: “I’ve decided I don’t like stuffing any more. ”