Sundays Are For Sebastian #208

Sebastian is my nine-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 and I were on the AirTran at SFO going to our terminal for the flight home. Next to us, there were a group of people speaking in a foreign language.

Seba (in French): “That’s not French, is it?”

Me: “Nope, I am not sure what it is.”

Sebastian (in English): “Well, it’s not Spanish.”

Me: “Definitely not. It’s not German, Russian, or Italian either.”

Seba: “Is it Pig Latin?”

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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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