Sebastian our my twelve-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.
One evening, while I was making dinner…
Nathan: “Sebastian, How do you spell ‘spaghetti’?”
Sebastian: “S-p-g…”
Me: “You might need to buy a vowel.”
Sebastian: “S-p-e-g…”
Me: “spAAAAH…”
Sebastian: “Oh! S-p-a-g-h-e-t-t-i.”
Nathan: “Dude, you don’t use a vowel but you know about the ‘h’?”
