Well, I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that Sebastian is about to turn seven (the end of August). I am not sure it is part of the “maturation process” or more of a “socialization process” but the rate at which he makes hysterical comments has certainly slowed. The good news? I do have a few new ones stored away, but I thought this would be a good time to revisit some of my favorite Sundays are for Sebastian. This one was published two years ago, when Sebastian was four….
A couple of months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays are for Sebastian. Sebastian is my four 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.
Here is last week’s encounter (which is a prelude to this week’s):
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’?”
The rest of yesterday’s conversation with my four year-old at his classmates’s birthday party :
Me: “What word that starts with a ‘B’?”
Sebastian: “You know, it’s what girls have. I will get in trouble…
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