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.
Me: “How many digits in one million?”
Sebastian: “Five.”
Me: “Nope.”
Seba: “Four!”
Me: “No.”
Seba: “Wait (he starts counting on his fingers). Eight!”
Me: “Uh no.”
Seba: “Seven?”
Me: “Yes.”
Seba: “I knew it!”
Me: “Yeah, you nailed it.”
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