Sebastian is my ten-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.
Returning home after one of the countless sporting events that we shuttle the boys to every week, my wife innocently asked: “How did it go?”
Me: “They got thumped.”
Sebastian: “Huh? What does ‘hump’ mean?”
Me: “I didn’t say ‘hump’ I said “thump.”
Seba: “Oh. What does ‘thump’ mean?”
Me: “To lose badly.”
Seba: “Oh, yeah, we got thumped!”
A moment or two later….
Seba: “Is ‘hump’ a word?”
Me: “Ummm, yeah….”
After another pause….
Seba: “What does it mean?”
I turned to my wife, but she had already left the room.