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.
I was drinking some Champagne for ‘Champagne Day’ when Sebastian came up to me. He LOVES Champagne and asked if he could have some.
Since he has me wrapped around his little finger, I acquiesced.
Right before he took a sip he paused and asked: “What kind is it?”
I said, “Pommery.”
He smirked, thought about it, and then took a sip.
“How is it?” I asked.
“It’s OK.” And he walked away.
As he got to the base of the stairs, he added: “It’s OK … not great.”
the drunken cyclist 
Perfect! That kid needs his own Champagne flute! My daughter (age 12) has one . . . it’s really a cordial glass in the shape of a Champagne flute, but she thinks she’s pinkies-out elegant when she gets to use it. Salud!
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Sounds like a great idea, but he might complain that it is too small!
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That just means more for you!
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Oh he was back a few minutes later!
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I always appreciate a (young) man who speaks the truth. 🙂
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Brutal honesty….
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The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 🙂
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I seem to get that a lot!
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My Pommery thoughts exactly…
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Who are you kidding? You feel that way about all champagne….
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Hahahaha, yes, but this is especially vivid because I actually toured their cellars on my visit to Champagne (I still love the natural beauty of the area…)…
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Ah, but I think the Pommery cellar tour is one of the better ones for the big houses–all of the reliefs carved into the chalk! The champagne is average (other than the “Louise”), I will grant you that.
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