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?”

Seba: “Huh?”

Me: “Why are you grabbing your noodle?”

Seba: “Huh? I’m not.”

Me: “Then what are you doing?”

Seba: “Scratching it….”