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.

We were in Slovenia, sitting at breakfast, planning our day. We had taken a chair lift up the mountain to ride the mountain toboggan, and the boys enjoyed it for the most part. So I suggested zip-lining. Sebastian was gung-ho, his brother not so much.

Seba: “How about bungee-jumping?”

Me: “That would not be great for your back.”

Seba: “How about jumping off the mountain in one of those suits with the wings?”

Me: “You mean wing suits? Like they do in the movies?”

Seba: “Yeah! Those! It looks so cool!”

Me: “Are you serious?”

Seba: “Yeah!”

Me: “Dude, you were terrified on the chair lift yesterday.”

Seba: “But it was scary.”