Sundays Are For Sebastian—#137

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.

A few months ago in this space I posted about Nathan instead of Sebastian. That Sunday night, I called Nathan down and asked him if he had seen that day’s SAFS.

Nathan: “Nope.”

Me: “You should check it out.”

After a few moments, he loaded the page….

Nathan: “Hey! It’s ‘This Sunday is for Nathan!'”

Nathan started reading the post and after a couple of seconds, a voice shouted from upstairs…

Sebastian: “DID HE JUST SAY ‘THIS SUNDAY IS FOR NATHAN’?”

Me: “Yes.”

Sebastian then sprinted downstairs, plopped himself in a chair and said:

“Does this mean nobody likes me anymore?”

 

 

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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 Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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6 Responses to Sundays Are For Sebastian—#137

  1. sallybr says:

    One day they will have a TV show called Everybody Loves Sebastian.. you just wait, and you’ll see…. I will be watching that one!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nothing like a little sibling rivalry to keep things interesting!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ChgoJohn says:

    You had to have seen that coming. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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