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.
This past summer, Sebastian and I were in Paris and while walking back from the Eiffel Tower, we passed le Pont d’Alma.
Me: “That’s where Princesses Di died.”
Sebastian: “Who?”
Me: “Princesses Diana.”
Sebastian: “Am I supposed to know who that is?”
Me: “You’re kidding, right?”
Seba: “Do you mean Princess Diana like Wonder Woman?”
the drunken cyclist 