Sebastian is my six-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.
Even though Sebastian is only six, he has shown an interest in sports and a competitive drive that are still somewhat foreign to his mother and older brother:
Sebastian: “Mommy, how did you and Daddy meet?”
His Mother: “We met in the parking lot of a San Francisco Giants baseball game.”
Seba: “Really? Cool! Who were they playing?”
His Mother: “I don’t remember.”
Sebastian: “Seriously?”
[Pause]
Sebastian: “Who won?”
His Mother: “No idea.”
Sebastian: “Oh come on!”
the drunken cyclist 
Going to Pasterick, Kokomo, and Harvest Moon today!
*Marlene Paulson707-299-0999marmarsnapavalley@gmail.com Yountville, CA 94599*
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Awesome! Never been to Harvest Moon, but be sure to say hello to Gerry and Erik for me if they are around!
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Now, the million dollar question – did he ask the same question to his Daddy? And if so, what’s the answer?
😉
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Um, well, here’s the thing… He didn’t ask me….
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Is your wife the one with good taste? Meaning the one who likes the SF Giants 😉
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Yes, she was rooting for the Giants despite not being able to name a single player on the team….
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A young male mind forming, in predictable fashion. 🙂
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I agree with Sallly. What does Dad remember? 🙂
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Um, er, the Dodgers? Yeah, that’s it! The Dodgers!
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