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.
Sebastian is not known for his versatility when it comes to food. One night, I was making fish for dinner and he started to complain, so I tried to switch up the conversation.
Me: “Name six types of fish.”
Sebastian: “Easy. Salmon, tuna, cod, …”
“…White fish…”
“…Shell fish…”
Me: “You can’t be serious, those last two aren’t types of fish, they’re categories. And that’s only five.”
Seba: “Ok Mr. Biology or whatever. Who cares? Oh. And ‘Go Fish’. Boom, that’s six, you lose.”
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