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.”
the drunken cyclist 