Sebastian is my eleven-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.
We were going to a quick stay-cation. Not far, but it involved some planning.
My wife suggested to Sebastian that he make a list of items to bring.
My wife: “Start with things that you know you will need like your toothbrush, a collared shirt, underwear, a bathing suit.”
Sebastian: “Are we spending the night?”
My wife: “Yes, you will be there a few nights.”
Moments later, I looked at his list: “Chess set, dog food, underwear, poker set.” That was it.
Me: “Aren’t you forgetting a few things?”
Seba: “I don’t think so.”
Me: “What did your mother tell you to put on the list?”
Seba: “I can’t remember.”
No more than a second later he grabs the list out of my hand.
Seba: “Oh! Wallet!!” He exclaimed as he grabbed the list.
And another few seconds later….
Seba: “Oh! Snugglies! How do you spell snugglies?”
[“Snugglies” are what he calls his security blankets that he sleeps with every night.]
