Sebastian is our sixteen-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. 

This is from a little while ago when the boys were together being, well, them….

Me: “What’s the capital of Morocco?”

Sebastian: “Oh, oh, oh! It’s like a sandwich. Big deli, little deli?”

Nathan: “Do you mean New Delhi?”

Seba: “Yeah, that’s it!”

Nathan: “That’s in India, you moron.”

Seba: “What? You don’t know what it is either!”

Nathan: “Yeah but I know it isn’t a sandwich!”

[The answer is Rabat.]