Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#8)

I am once again on the road this week, heading to Red Mountain, in Washington State. I woke this morning around 5 a.m. to pack and get ready for my brief trip to the Pacific Northwest. Before I go, though, here is a brief fix on what it means to be my younger son, Sebastian.

Today’s flashback comes from 2012 when Sebastian was four years old….

A few weeks ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays are for Sebastian. Sebastian is my four 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. Nonetheless, here is another gem:IMG_0981

Sebastian is getting around to learn how to read. He picked up a beginning reader (the kind with pictures) and sounded out a word (loud enough for us to hear):




Che. Ick. Cun. CHICKEN!”

Thinking that this was a rather difficult word for a beginning reader, and wanting to encourage more self-motivation, I was effusive with the praise and he ate it up.

Later I looked at the book, there was a picture of a landfowl and the caption:




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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