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.
The other day Sebastian seemed a little down, so I thought I would ask him about his day.
Me: “Sebastian, how was school?”
As he turned away, his eyes welled up as if he were on the verge of tears. Immediately images of bullying started to race through my head, as I pulled out my phone to give the school a call. I tried to stay calm as I probed for a little more information.
Me: “Why?!? What happened?”
Sebastian: “Nothing,” he responded dejectedly, seeming even closer to tears. I decided, after all my years in education, he was hiding something and he was afraid to tell me about some horrific occurrence.
Me: “It’s OK, you can tell me, nothing bad will happen, I promise. Now, what happened?”
Sebastian: “That’s just it, nothing happened. Nothing at all. Nothing exciting happened all day long.”
As he stormed off, I refrained from telling him that 30 years from now he will probably consider that a “great” day….