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…
Me: “Capital. Iceland. Go.”
Seba: “Greenland!”
Nathan: “Moron! Easy. Iceland City. Boom.”
My wife: “No, it’s Reki-something.”
Seba: “Rikki Tikki Tavi!”
Me: “Pass the corn, please.”
the drunken cyclist 