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 allowed Sebastian to try the sparkling wine we were having with my Cioppino. He tasted and indicated he liked it.

Me: “Do you know what it is?”

He squinted an peered across the room at the bottle.

Sebastian: “Mumm Napa!”

I decided to press.

Me: “Is it French or not French?”

Seba: “Not French!”

Me: “Correct!”

I decided to press further.

Me: “Where is it from?”

Seba: “Italy!”