Sebastian is our fifteen-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.
On a random afternoon…
Me: “How many time zones are there in the world?”
Sebastian: “I have no idea. Eight?”
Me: “Think about it. How many time zones are in the world?”
Seba: “What? I have no idea.”
Me: “Think about it. Time Zones. World.”
Seba: “Yeah. I got nothin’.”
Me: “What does the world do?”
Seba: “Spin.”
Me: “How long does that take?”
Seba: “Oh! 24!”
the drunken cyclist 