Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#100)

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 when we still lived in Philadelphia….

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.

Late last night we returned from two weeks in California for Spring Break. This encounter, however, comes from last year’s Spring Break, when Sebastian was five (and a half)….

While visiting his grandparents in the suburbs….

My wife: “Sebastian, wait for me in the garage.”

Sebastian: “OK!”

[Pause]

Seba: “What’s a garage?”

Maybe we have lived in the city for too long….