Sundays Are For Sebastian #143

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.

Sebastian took a bite of his dinner and it was way too hot for him. He started to scream and flapping his arms.

Me: “Take a chill pill! Just spit it back out!”

He obliged and after a few moments of complaining…

Sebastian: “Where are the chill pills? My mouth is still really hot?”


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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8 Responses to Sundays Are For Sebastian #143

  1. dwdirwin says:

    Wouldn’t it be great if there really were chill pills? I mean besides Xanax 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. A literal man in the making. Appreciating this. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ChgoJohn says:

    If you ever do find them, I’l take a bottle. I live near “Little India” and sometimes get carried away with the chiles. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Hilarious. And really, where are the chill pills? I know a lot of people who really, really need them.

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