I am once again on the road this week, this time in Verona, Italy for the annual VinItaly Expo. As I usually do while I am on the road, I re-blog a Sundays for Sebastian. Today’s comes from a little over a year ago when Sebastian was eight….
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.
My wife was practicing for an audition (she is a cellist) and at the end of dinner, before her three boys dispersed she asked: “I need to choose music to play for my audition. Can you give me your opinion?”
Nathan (who also plays the cello) and I (the only musical instrument I play is the car radio) virtually simultaneously: “Sure.”
At which point she looks at Seba.
Sebastian: “Wait, I have an opinion?”