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: “Dad, have you seen my basketball jersey?”
Me: “Nope.” (This came as no surprise since Sebastian’s Room is a disaster)
After a good thirty minutes searching…
Seba: “I found it!”
Me: “Where was it?”
Seba: “It turns out where it was supposed to be. I just never thought of looking there.”
the drunken cyclist 