
Sundays Are For Sebastian #290
Sebastian is my twelve-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.
Sebastian had an assignment for school for which he had to ask his parents their blood types.
Me: “AB+”
His mother: “B+”
Nathan (who had overheard the conversation): “What am I?”
Sebastian (without missing a beat): “A loser.”
