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.
As I have mentioned a few times before, I coach both of my sons’ basketball teams. I was a high school varsity head coach for over a decade so I feel I know the game fairly well. Sometimes too well as was witnessed a couple of weeks ago by Sebastian.
After a rather intense game, which was not attended by my wife, she asked Sebastian (who was sitting on the bench with me during the game) how it went.
My wife: “How did the game go Choo [one of our nicknames for Sebastian]?”
Sebastian: “Not good. They lost. Jaden [arguably the team’s best player] fouled out. We needed him.
“And daddy was jumping up and down yelling.”
My wife; “Who was he yelling at?”
Sebastian: “The refs. They didn’t know what they were doing.”
My wife: “And how did that make you feel, daddy yelling at the refs?”
Sebastian: [almost immediately]: “Fine!”
My wife: “Fine???”
Seba: “Yeah. He wasn’t yelling at me.”
[In a particularly stunning upset, Nathan’s team beat the previously undefeated top team in the league (and a team that beat us by 20 during the regular season) 34-31 to advance to the league finals. Of the 34 points, 20 were scored from the free throw line.]