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 loves to play poker, but he has one very predictable trait (a bad thing to have in poker): he never, ever, folds.
The other day, Nathan, Sebastian, and I were playing and once again (due to his inability to ever drop out of a hand), he was knocked out fairly early. This left just his brother and I playing—and the only reason we agreed to the game in the first place was to placate Seba, who had been clamoring to play for several days.
On one particular hand, I had nothing of significance and when it was time to reveal our cards….
Me (as I reveal my cards): “I’ve got nothing.”
Nathan (looking at my cards and assessing his own hand): “I have less than nothing.”
Seba (who had retreated to the couch after being knocked out, dejectedly added): “I have a whole let less than nothing than either of you!”