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.
Seba: “Hey mom, is ‘iddle’ a word?”
My wife: “Huh? What do you mean?”
Seba: “‘Iddle.’ Is it a word? Like, ‘Iddle take me forever to clean my room.’”
the drunken cyclist 
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