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 were watching our home town team, the Philadelphia 76ers, and I was listing off some of the best players to have played for the team.

Nathan: “Is Dr. J still alive?”

Me: “I believe so.”

Sebastian: “Is he the coach?”

Me: “Huh? Of whom?”

Seba: “The team.”

Me: “What team?”

Seba: “The college team.”

Me: “I think we’re done here.”