This weekend I am in Saratoga Springs, NY, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from ten years ago when Seba was seven.
Sebastian is my eight-year old 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.
My wife: “Sebastian, I need to sit down a bit, I am feeling dizzy.”
Seba: “Well, that’s what happens when you spin around in a circle like that.”
My wife: “I wasn’t spinning around in a circle….”
Seba: “Yes you were, I saw you…”
My wife: “Huh?”
Seba: “I saw you: you went from the living room, to the kitchen, and then back to the living room. That’s a circle.”
Pause
Seba: “And that’s why you are dizzy.”
And he walked away.
