Sebastian is our thirteen-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 is home for the summer and consequently, there has been a lot more banter around the dinner table. On one such occasion…
Nathan: “What’s astronomy?”
Sebastian: “You mean pastrami, like the meat?”
Nathan: “You’re an idiot.”
Sebastian: “Wait, do you mean astrology? Isn’t that the same thing?”
the drunken cyclist 