As many of you know, I am off in Europe leading a few bike trips this month. As the weekends are quite busy, I have decided to revisit a few of my favorite Sundays Are For Sebastian while I am out on the road:

Today, I am riding from Dijon down to Beaune, going through some of the most famous Pinot Noir vineyards in the world:

Sundays Are For Sebastian #9

I took Sebastian to his classmate’s birthday party. Just after he finished his cake, Sebastian comes up to me and starts massaging my chest.
[Pause]
Seba: “What’s this?”
Me: “My chest.”
Seba: [Still massaging] “No really, what is this.”
Me: “It is my chest.”
[Pause]
Seba: “You sure it does not start with a ‘B’?”

Sundays Are For Sebastian #10

Me: “What word that starts with a ‘B’?”
Sebastian: “You know, it’s what girls have. I will get in trouble if I say it.”
Me: “You mean [lowering my voice] ‘boob’?”

Seba shyly nodded while looking away. As I was considering an age appropriate response, Sebastian quickly spun around, pointed at me, and screamed “Awwww, you said the ‘B’ word!!”

Every adult head turned….