Sundays Are For Sebastian-#167

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. 

Before moving to Texas, my wife was in Houston most of the week, and back in Philly, the regulation of the boy’s personal hygiene (among other tasks) had fallen to me.

One Sunday night at dinner, it occurred to me that Nathan was particularly pungent.

Me: “Nathan, you stink! When is the last time you took a shower?”

Nathan (after a moment of reflection): “Friday.”

I glanced at him inquisitively, not convinced by his response, but before I could continue the interrogation, Sebastian interrupted:

Which Friday?”

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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-#167

  1. sallybr says:

    I still remember the times we lived with teenage boys.. oh, my… particularly after hockey games. No one deserves it… 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. dwdirwin says:

    Valid question! And it only gets worse from there. I swear a goat lives in my oldest sons’s room.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. ChgoJohn says:

    That guy sure is quick-witted. I hope he uses his powers for good. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  4. barnraised says:

    Been there too! 🙄

    Like

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