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. 

The other day I agreed to take Choo out to lunch. He wanted to go to his favorite spot, Five Guys. I suggested a slightly healthier option, a local restaurant that specializes in Cuban cuisine.

Seba: “No thanks. “

Me: “I’ll give you $10.”

Seba: “No thanks. “

Me: “$20”

Seba: “Nah. “

Me: “$100?”

Seba: “Deal. Show me the cash.”