Sebastian is my twelve-year-old 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.
Sebastian: “What’s are we having for dinner?”
Me: “I’m making carbonara.”
Nathan: “With pancetta?” (Which he prefers, as opposed to bacon.)
Me: “No. This time I’m going to use guanciale.”
Nathan: “What’s that?”
Me: “Pork cheek.”
Sebastian: “Is that like butt cheek?”
