Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five-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.
When I dropped Sebastian off at school the other day, he was a mess—he did not want me to leave. It was the start of a new school year and he was apprehensive (to say the least): clinging to my leg, avoiding any contact with friends or teachers, and plenty of tears.
I finally calmed him down.
Me: “Promise you will be a good boy?”
“Yes”, he sobbed.
“Promise to listen to your teacher?”
“I promise” he replied with more sobbing.
“Promise not to be homesick?”
“Yes” he stammered through the crying.
As I reached the door he shouted out: “Daddy?” [Tears welling up]
He came running up to me.
“What does ‘homesick’ mean?”
Sebastian insisted on eating a Extreme Sour Warhead…
the drunken cyclist 
Poor sentimental little tyke.
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Yeah, he tries to have a tough guy exterior, but inside he’s a softy (sounds like someone else I know).
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Poor guy – I’m sure the first day went fine and he loves it now! (FYI – on your top header, you still say he is 4…)
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It did and he does and thanks for the catch!
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Those first days are just as hard (if not harder) on the parents. I hope you survived it.
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It was hard ripping my leg away, but I know he is better off for it….
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I have a three year old… boy do I know the concept. I am always worried that Beaumont will ask for wine when at school as he does at home… Little bastard seems to have a taste for vintage Champagne and great Burgs and Bordeaux! Love your blog!
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Thanks for the comments Chef! Great food porn on your site, btw! Yeah, our five-year-old will come running when we have a flute of champagne and he has become quite the critic (and most of the time I agree with him!)…
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ps. Sundays are for my son as well!
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Not enough time in the week to spend with my little guys….
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