Sebastian is our fourteen-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 was on Spring Break and thus we were spending a bit of time together. On one such morning…
Me: “Are you wearing the same thing that you wore yesterday?”
Sebastian first pauses and gives me an incredulous look, then gazes down at his t-shirt.
Seba: “How am I supposed to know?”
the drunken cyclist 