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.
Last year at this time, I lamented the possibility that Sebastian no longer believed in Santa Claus. While I had no proof of such, the discussions of jolly Saint Nick were scarce. Now, a year later, not much has changed–he rarely talks about Santa, but there are cursory mentions of the man in the bright red suit.
It now seems to be a case of who will blink first: Sebastian or his parents. As I head off to the mall to ponder that showdown, I leave you with a picture of his Christmas list from two years ago, when he still appeared to believe….