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. 

We were playing what we call “the name game” where you have to provide a name in the given category that starts with the same letter the the previous name ended. If that makes any sense. On this occasion, the category was “Geographic places” and we had been playing a while, which means we had already gone through many places that start with the letter “Y.”

Me: “D? Detroit.”

Nathan: “T? Turkey”

Sebastian: “Y? Easy. Yuslandovich.”

Nathan: “Yuslandovich? You have to be joking.”

Sebastian: “Nope. Look it up.”