Sebastian is my eleven-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’s birthday is this week, but I will be out of town, so I decided I would make her birthday dinner before I left.
Me: “So, what do you want me to make you for your birthday dinner?”
My wife: “Champagne. Expensive.”
Me: “That really does not constitute ‘dinner’.”
My wife: “I don’t know, what goes with champagne?”
My wife: “That’s ridiculous! I’m not having pizza for my birthday dinner!”
Me: “Actually, he’s right. Pizza is a pretty good pairing with champagne.”
Sebastian spread his arms wide and as he left the room added: “Boom!”