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 was working on his math homework.
Seba: “What’s 5 to the third?”
Me: “You mean ‘5 cubed’?”
Seba: “Yes?”
Me: “Seriously? Dude.”
Seba: “225?”
Me: “Come on, man.”
Seba: “250?”
Me: “Dude, 5 cubed. 5 times five times five. What’s five times five?”
Choo: “25”
Me: “And 25 times 5?”
Choo: “Ummmm…”
Me: “Dude. How much is five quarters?”
Choo: “$1.25?”
Me: “Ummmm…”
Choo: “Oh!”
Me: “Math is hard.”
Choo: “Be quiet. This is not my finest moment.”
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