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.
Sebastian: “Who are you picking for the Super Bowl?”
Me: “Who do you have?”
Seba: “The 49ers are going to crush them.”
Me: “Then I have the Chiefs.”
Seba: “Nope. 49ers and not close.”
Me: “Every single prediction you have ever made has been wrong, so I am taking the Chiefs.’
Seba: “It is all a part of my strategy.”
Me: “What strategy?”
Seba: “99% of all gamblers quit before they hit it big. So my strategy is to just keep betting until I win it big.”
Me: “You are never allowed to go to Las Vegas. Ever.”
the drunken cyclist 