This is what I get for trying to plan ahead. As I mentioned yesterday, I am a judge for the Houston Livestock Show And Rodeo Wine Competition, so I am trying to get a few posts “in the can” instead of scrambling very early in the morning. I thought I had scheduled this for Sunday morning, but it actually published late Friday night, thus I am trying again….

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.

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.

A few months ago, I succumbed to the boys’ wishes to have dinner out by the pool in our apartment complex.

During dinner, Sebastian complained of being very uncomfortable but his mother and I dismissed it as he often tries to avoid any food that resembles a vegetable.

It turns out that he was being savagely attacked my mosquitoes, while the rest of us escaped virtually unscathed.

The following day, on the way to school….

Sebastian: “Daddy, why did I get so many mosquito bites and you didn’t get any?”

Me: “Well, I am not exactly sure, but it definitely seems that the mosquitoes like you more.”

After a bit of reflection….

Seba: “Yeah, I guess so. I am very lovable.”