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.

Sebastian and I were on the AirTran at SFO going to our terminal for the flight home. Next to us, there were a group of people speaking in a foreign language.

Seba (in French): “That’s not French, is it?”

Me: “Nope, I am not sure what it is.”

Sebastian (in English): “Well, it’s not Spanish.”

Me: “Definitely not. It’s not German, Russian, or Italian either.”

Seba: “Is it Pig Latin?”