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.
We were watching the football game and after returning to the room, I found Sebastian with his hand thrust into his pants.
Me: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Why are you grabbing your noodle?”
Seba: “Huh? I’m not.”
Me: “Then what are you doing?”
Seba: “Scratching it….”