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 watching our home town team, the Philadelphia 76ers, and I was listing off some of the best players to have played for the team.
Nathan: “Is Dr. J still alive?”
Me: “I believe so.”
Sebastian: “Is he the coach?”
Me: “Huh? Of whom?”
Seba: “The team.”
Me: “What team?”
Seba: “The college team.”
Me: “I think we’re done here.”
