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 get asked a lot about “Sundays Are For Sebastian” and many of the questions surround our older son, Nathan. Nathan is 11 years old and a wonderful boy: incredibly smart, sensitive, and kind. He is a voracious reader (which might be a bit of an understatement), a great eater (loves mussels and duck paté), loves to ride his bike, and has a great head of hair (he luckily got that from his mother).
He is also trying very hard to be a good big brother to Sebastian.
Nathan became aware of “Sundays” several months ago–a fact that was perhaps inevitable, but I was afraid he would not handle very well. Indeed, he was initially hurt that there was not a similarly themed “day” devoted to him, but after I explained that my transcribing what his brother says was in no way an indication that I preferred one son over the other, he started to read the series.
And laughed uncontrollably.
Now, Nathan, who lives through most of the “live” versions of “Sundays Are For Sebastian” still eagerly awaits the weekly post.
This week, however, is all about Nathan (although certainly inspired by Sebastian).
A few weeks ago, I overheard Nathan chastising his brother upstairs in the bathroom:
Nathan: “Sebastian, watch what you’re doing? You just peed all over the seat!”
“Gross! What are you doing? You just got pee on the wall! Come on, man!”