I am actually on the road this week, sort of–I am in a hotel in Austin with Nathan, visiting the University of Texas (where he has been accepted) and the town. As is my norm, I decided to re-blog a Sundays for Sebastian. Today’s comes from a little over four years ago when Sebastian was eight.
Sebastian is my eight-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: “I am going to get married when I am 28.”
My wife: “Huh? Why 28?”
Seba: “So that I can have babies. I want to have babies.”
My wife: “Well, you don’t have to be 28, once you get older, you can have babies at pretty much any age.”
My wife: “Yep. Are you going to marry a boy or a girl?”
Seba: “A girl, duh. Boys can’t have babies.”
My wife: “Well, that is not entirely true. Boys sometimes marry boys and girls sometime marry girls and they often have children.”
Seba: “Really?!? I thought only girls could have babies. Does that mean I can have a baby?!?
My wife: “Well, not exactly. You will have to talk to your father about that. So do you think you will want to marry a girl or a boy?”
After a long pause….
Seba: “DK. DC.”
(Which means “Don’t know, don’t care” in Sebastianese.)