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 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.”