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!”