Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#93)

I am on the road once again this week, thus, as I normally do when traveling, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian from a couple of years ago….

Sebastian is my six-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 the morning following another snowstorm here in Philadelphia, I thought an episode from this past summer would warm things up a bit….

While I was out in California, my wife took the boys out to eat at our local restaurant. There, she asked the boys about their day at camp.

My wife: “So what did you do today Seba?”

Sebastian: “Went swimming, played soccer, um, had lunch, and then played outside. Can I go to the bathroom?”

My wife: “Of course.”

Moments later, he sat down, had a couple of bites of his dinner, and said:
“Oh, and I just remembered, I lost my underwear.”

My wife: “You lost your underwear? What are you wearing now?”

Seba: (As he took another bite) “Nothing.”

Congratulations to Sebastian's basketball tea who finished the season a perfect 11-0.



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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1 Response to Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#93)

  1. barnraised says:

    Love it! It’s great how he just flows with stuff too, the sense I get is there’s not much that bothers him. Great way to live!


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