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. 

This is Sebastian’s first year in middle school and it is safe to say that he has struggled, particularly with organization. As a result, he is fairing far worse in several of his classes than is acceptable to his parents, particularly his mother.

This week, he has a test in Science, which has been one of his worst subjects (which is exceptionally upsetting to his physician mother). Due to some circumstances at school, his teacher allowed the class to come to the test with a 4×6 index card filled with whatever information they saw fit.

My wife texted Sebastian wanting him to text her a picture of the card.

Sebastian texted back: “Can you call me?”

She obliged.

My wife: “What is on your card?”

Sebastian: “Nothing.”

My wife: “Huh?”

Sebastian: “I don’t know what to put on it. I know everything.”