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: “What’s are we having for dinner?”

Me: “I’m making carbonara.”

Nathan: “With pancetta?” (Which he prefers, as opposed to bacon.)

Me: “No. This time I’m going to use guanciale.”

Nathan: “What’s that?”

Me: “Pork cheek.”

Sebastian: “Is that like butt cheek?”