Sebastian is our thirteen-year-old son 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. 

My wife and I were discussing what to do for dinner with the boys, unfortunately, within earshot.

My wife: “What should we do for dinner?”

Me (perhaps wishing that our kids were still to young to know how to spell): “P-I-Z-Z-A?”

Sebastian (a huge fan of the cheesy pie): “Pita??”