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.
We have a rule on the weekends that there the boys are not allowed to have any screen time until one of them has taken the dog for a walk in the morning.
Since Nathan left for school, that has been left to Sebastian and we had been a bit lax in enforcing the rule.
Until yesterday.
At around 8, he headed out. Mere moments later, as I was rolling out on my bike ride, he was back.
Later, at dinner….
Me: “Hey, when you take the dog for a walk, it has to be more than 3 minutes!”
Sebastian: “What are you talking about? It was at least six or six and a half minutes!”
Me: “Do you hear yourself when you speak?”
the drunken cyclist 