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.
Sebastian walked in during the middle of a conversation his mother and I were having about his Spring Break…
My wife: “…that’s the week Leslie is going to Lisbon.”
Sebastian: “Lisbon, Michigan?”
Me: “Um, no.”
Sebastian: “Was I close?”
Me: “Um no. It’s in Portugal.”
Seba: “That’s close!”
Me: “We’re done here.”
the drunken cyclist 