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. 

Recently, we were playing the name that capital game.

Me: “Kentucky.”

Seba: “KFC.”

Me: “Kentucky Fried Chicken? Really?”

Seba: “No. I just say that to help me remember.”

Me (after a long pause): “So? What is it?”

Seba: “Uh. I can’t remember what the FC stands for.”