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.
This year I was the Junior Varsity Basketball coach for the team at my sons’ school, and my older son, Nathan, is on the team. Sebastian comes to practice just about every day and fancies himself as the Assistant Coach of the team.
The other day, we were at lunch and Nathan was worried about the team. The previous day, while I was working with a group of players at one end of the gym, arguably the two best players on the J.V. team were at the other end, scrimmaging with the varsity. Within moments, they were summarily “excused” from practice by the Varsity coach. Nathan feared that the Varsity coach may have kicked them off the team entirely.
Sebastian: “Daddy, is that true?! They were by far the two best players on the team! We are in huge trouble! The rest of the players on the team are trash!”
He then calmly turned to Nathan and said: “No offense.”
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