I am once again on the road this week, this time taking a train down to Lyon and then on to Romanèche-Thorins to hang out with Georges Dubœuf for a week. 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 2015 when Sebastian was seven years old and we were visiting Houston to see if possibly we might want to move there….
Sebastian is my seven-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 traveled to Houston with the boys–we were there to meet my wife who was there on an interview. I told my two little knuckleheads that there would be someone there holding a sign with my name on it as the hospital that was interviewing my wife had sent a car service to pick us up. As we were approaching baggage claim to meet the driver I intimated to the boys “If the sign says ‘Mr. Kang’ [my wife’s last name] I might go ballistic.”
Without missing a beat, Sebastian, who has taken a sudden interest in cars replied: “But all will be forgiven if he shows up in a convertible.”