Sebastian is our seventeen-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 past Spring, Sebastian was a camp counselor of sorts when the eighth grade at his school went camping at Big Bend National Park. Upon his return, my wife had a few questions.

My wife: “What kind of things did they have you do as a counselor?”

Seba: “Not much.”

My wife: “So you just sat around and did nothing?”

Seba: “No, we were supposed to make sure that they [the eighth graders] didn’t do anything stupid.”

My wife: “And how did you do that?”

Seba: “My aura.”