I am once again on the road this week, this time flying off to France for a couple of weeks. 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 2013, 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.
I told the boys the other day that they had to help me make breakfast. Nathan reluctantly acquiesced. Sebastian walked straight up to me and…
…extended his middle finger, flipping me off.
I tried not to be shocked.
I tried to remain calm.
I tried to play dumb:
Me: “What? What’s that?”
Sebastian: “I can’t help–look, my band-aid came off.”
The rest of the story:
After Sebastian skipped off, Nathan (10 years old) comes up to me and says in a hushed voice:
“Do you know what that means when somebody holds up their middle finger like that?”
Me: “Uh, yeah.”
Nathan: “OK, just checking….
the drunken cyclist 