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.
One day, sitting around the diner table…
Sebastian: “Why do they call it cheesecake?”
Me: “Because it is made out of cheese?”
Seba: “It is??”
Me: “Yes.”
Seba: “No it’s not.”
Me: “Yes it is. Why else would they call it ‘cheesecake’?”
Sebastian: “Because it is shaped like cheese.”
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