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 tried to make enchiladas for the first time from scratch. They seemed to go over well as Nathan had four, and Sebastian (perhaps trying to compete with his brother) was doing his best to finish his third, but couldn’t quite get there. So he turned to his mother.
Sebastian: “You want the rest of my enchilada?”
My wife (looking at the decimated food): “Why would I want that?”
Sebastian: “What? I didn’t put it in my mouth!”