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.
My wife’s birthday was a few days ago and she requested a dish that I had recently started making: butter-poached halibut with heirloom tomato and caper compote over mushroom Israeli couscous.
Sebastian: “What’s for dinner?”
My wife: “Daddy’s making my new favorite dish, the fish with tomatoes.”
Seba (who is no fan of tomatoes, mushrooms, or pretty much anything that grows in dirt): “Bruh.”
My wife: “Well, it’s my birthday dinner and that was my first choice!”
Seba: “What was your second choice?”
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