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.
My wife, rather alarmed at the boys’ standardized test scores in writing this year, decided to sign them up for a “writing camp” at the University of Houston. I picked them up after the first day.
Me: “Well, how did it go?”
Sebastian: “I hated it. We were inside all day.”
Me: “Well, your mother is convinced that you need to become a better writer, so you need to try to make the most of it.”
Moments later, their mother texted Nathan.
Nathan: “Mom wants to know how you did.”
Seba: “I did good.”
Nathan: “See, right there shows you need to work on your grammar: it’s ‘I did well,’ not ‘I did good.'”
Seba: “Ha! Joke’s on you! Grammar has nothing to do with writing!”