Sebastian is our seventeen-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.
We were in a restaurant watching the World Cup. I had told the server that we’d order food eventually, but since it was only 5:00, we wanted to wait just a bit.
Before the first half ended, Sebastian decided he was hungry, but we couldn’t attract the attention of the server.
Seba: “We should have ordered the wings prematurely. “
Me: “Huh?”
Seba: “We should have ordered the wings prematurely. “
Me: “I’m pretty sure you don’t know what that word means.”
Seba: “What word?”
Me: “Prematurely”
Seba: “Yeah I do!”
Me: “It means ‘doing something before you should have’.”
Seba paused. “Then, Bruh, new meaning…”
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