I am on the road today, likely somewhere in Chile drinking wine. As such, I have pulled one of my favorite Sundays Are For Sebastian for your Sunday pleasure.
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 shows me about a third of his hamburger.
“Do you think I can shove this into my mouth?”
Me: “Probably, but I don’t want to see it.”
Seba: “Then turn your head.”