Sebastian is our thirteen 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.
Nathan was home over the summer and I was asking what they might want for dinner.
One of them mentioned a particular dish I make, Filet du Porc en Croûte (essentially a Beef Wellington-like pork dish that uses pork tenderloin and loads of cheese and bacon).
Nathan (to Sebastian): “You don’t even know what cut of pork that is.”
Sebastian: “What kind of cut? I thought there was just ‘pig.'”
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