Sundays Are For Sebastian #157

Sebastian is my eight-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.

On our recent road trip from Philadelphia to Houston, the boys and I spent a day in New Orleans. That night, we went out to dinner at Mr. B’s, which was only a short walk from our hotel.

Less than a minute after sitting down….

Sebastian: “Do we like that football team?” 

Me: “Huh?” 

Sebastian pointed to a mirror in a multi-angled room at Mr. B’s: “That team.”

Me: “I have no idea what you are pointing to.”

Seba: “THAT!”

After a couple of minutes, I ascertained that he was pointing to a Fleur de Lys that adorned several poles around the restaurant. 

I informed him that before it came to represent the city’s Saints football team, it was first a symbol of the French monarchy, then Louisiana both before and after it was purchased from Napoléon. 

Sebastian: “So Napoléon had a good football team?”


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 #157

  1. dwdirwin says:

    If Napoleon had a football team, they would probably be playing as well as the Saints are right now.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ChgoJohn says:

    Makes perfect sense to me. So, did Napoleon have a good football team?

    Liked by 1 person

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