Sundays Are For Sebastian—#124

Sebastian is my seven-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.

While off camping, Seba slipped in the port-o-potty and struck his eye on the toliet seat, resulting in a very swollen eye.

Even though I have merely a Ph.D., I mentioned to my wife (who is a full-blown M.D.–a “real doctor” and a pediatrician to boot) that we might want to get some ice on it.

She agreed, but after only a moment or two of coldness….

Seba: “Why do I need this ice? It is really cold!

Nathan: “Because you fell and knocked your head–don’t you want it to get better?”

Seba: “Why can’t I just put a bandaid on it?”

Nathan: “What? Are you crazy? You won’t be able to see!”

Seba: “Why not? I have another eye….” 

  

 

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About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Philadelphia with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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6 Responses to Sundays Are For Sebastian—#124

  1. Fiona says:

    That child has unquestionable logic.

    Like

  2. dwdirwin says:

    Wow- 7! Wasn’t he 4 years old when you started SAFS?

    Liked by 1 person

  3. That is so sweet! Thanks for sharing. I passed the link along to a bunch of people (many of whom like wine, so a double win).

    Like

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