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.
Other than for meals and going to school, Sebastian rarely ventures out of his room these days. Between homework, sleep, snap-chatting his girlfriend, and who knows what else that I’d rather not think about, most of his world is confined to a 10×12 room on the second floor.
On one occasion when he actually ventured outside his room…
Me: “You have become quite the hermit.”
[Pause]
Seba: “What? You mean like the muppet?”
the drunken cyclist 