Sundays Are For Sebastian #224

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

Returning home after one of the countless sporting events that we shuttle the boys to every week, my wife innocently asked: “How did it go?”

Me: “They got thumped.”

Sebastian: “Huh? What does ‘hump’ mean?”

Me: “I didn’t say ‘hump’ I said “thump.”

Seba: “Oh. What does ‘thump’ mean?”

Me: “To lose badly.”

Seba: “Oh, yeah, we got thumped!”

A moment or two later….

Seba: “Is ‘hump’ a word?”

Me: “Ummm, yeah….”

After another pause….

Seba: “What does it mean?”

I turned to my wife, but she had already left the room.

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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