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.
Last weekend, Sebastian and I drove up to Dallas for his latest basketball tournament. That meant eight total hours in the car with a kid who notoriously does not like to talk all that much.
I tried numerous different strategies to get the conversation flowing, which would also serve to keep me awake.
Me: “Name your top five U.S. presidents, go…”
Sebastian: “George Washington.”
Me: “Well, he was the first, so OK.”
Seba: “Abraham Lincoln.”
Me: “He is definitely on most lists.”
Seba: “Um, Kennedy?”
Me: “Well, he certainly inspired a great many people…”
Seba: “But he was assassinated…”
Me: “So?”
Seba: “That’s embarrassing.”
Me: “Embarrassing?”
Seba: “Yeah! I mean, he was in a convertible, what was he thinking?”
Me: “Probably not that he was going to get shot… but what about Lincoln, he was also assassinated?”
Seba: “Yeah, but he was at least at the movies when he got killed.”
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