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. 

We were listening to the radio on the way home from school when a song by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts came on.

Me: “I once sold her a pair of shoes.”

Sebastian: “Really? Did you take a picture?”

Me: “No, camera phones had not yet been invented yet.”

Seba: “What? [Started laughing] I really want to say something, but I know I can’t.”

Me: “Go ahead…”

Seba: “But you will get mad!”

Me: “It’s OK.”

Seba: “Are you sure?!”

I nodded.

Seba: “How old ARE you?”