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.
About a year and a half ago, we moved from Philadelphia to Houston. Before we decided to move, though, we made several trips to the Bayou City to determine if it were indeed a move that we could actually make. On one such road trip to Houston, Sebastian asked if I wanted to play hangman.
After I assented, he paused and then drew the requisite gallows, with five blanks below.
Sebastian filled in the second space.
Seba drew a head.
The last space was filled.
Seba filled in the first space.
He drew another body part.
A second leg.
Me: “Are you sure?”
After scratching his head and examining the paper, Sebastian said:
“How do you spell ‘Texas’ again?”