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.
We were packed into my tiny car, headed to Fort Worth for yet another basketball tournament and Nathan Googled some general trivia questions.
Nathan: “When was the ‘Black Tuesday’ Stock Market Crash?”
Sebastian: “Um, well, it was October, 1929, and it was on a Thursday.”
Me: “You can’t be serious. Thurdsday?”
Seba: “What?”
the drunken cyclist 