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.
Our five year old, Sebastian, is always asking for food (and we do feed him regularly) even minutes after he has just finished a meal. The other day, about 30 minutes after eating four pieces of pizza, a cupcake and a large piece of chocolate birthday cake, he asked:
“Can I have something to eat, I’m hungry?”
Frustrated, I bent down to his level and said:
“Sebastian, there is no possible way you are hungry–you JUST ate! If I hear you ask me for food or tell me that you’re hungry one more time, you are in big trouble.”
Five minutes later, there is a tug on my pant leg. I look down and Sebastian says simply “Daddy….”
Then he pointed a finger at his gaping mouth while simultaneously rubbing his belly with his other hand.