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.
The other day, we somehow got into quizzing about state capitols. Sebastian was confident that he “knew them all.”
Me: “OK, West Viriginia.”
Sebastian: “Ummmm. Well, ‘Virginia’ is off the table.”
Me: “Good call.”
Seba: “Ummmmm.”
Me: “I guess ‘all’ was a bit of an overreach?”
Seba: “No, I’ve got this, ummmmm.”
[Pause]
Seba: “Washington D.C.!!”
Me: “Seriously?”
Seba: “What?”
Me: “What do they teach you at school? Seriously, what?”
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