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.
We went bowling the other day and we were there right up until lunchtime. So we ordered a few munchies that would hold us over until we could get more substantial sustenance. Refueled, we decided to bowl another game. Near the end of the game, Sebastian had run out of his soda and asked if he could get more.
Me: “Go up and ask if they give free refills.”
Sebastian: “I think it costs money to get a free refill.”