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?”
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.”
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?”