I am once again on the road this week, this time in the Finger Lakes region of New York for a few days. As I usually do when I am on the road, I revisit a previous version of Sundays Are For Sebastian. Recently, I have been reviewing some of the earliest posts (which were started over five [!] years ago) as I consider them some of the funniest. They might all be revisited soon as Sebastian, who is quickly approaching his teenage years, is producing fewer quips these days.
Today’s comes from February, 2014, when Sebastian was five years old….
Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five-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.
There are few things in this world that Sebastian likes more than eating. Above all else, he loves eating dessert, which he inquires about incessantly.
Me: “Sebastian, if you keep asking me about dessert, you are going to end up not getting any.”
Sebastian: “–You mean like a you did before?”
Sebastian: “–You know I was not happy about that, right?”