Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#163)

I am once again on the road this week, in Ann Arbor, Michigan, visiting my family for a few days with the boys. As I normally do, I revisit one of my favorite editions of Sundays Are For Sebastian.

Today’s flashback comes from 2016 when Sebastian was eight years old….

Sebastian is my eight-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.

A few months ago, I succumbed to the boys’ wishes to have dinner out by the pool in our apartment complex.

During dinner, Sebastian complained of being very uncomfortable but his mother and I dismissed it as he often tries to avoid any food that resembles a vegetable.

It turns out that he was being savagely attacked by mosquitoes, while the rest of us escaped virtually unscathed.

The following day, on the way to school….

Sebastian: “Daddy, why did I get so many mosquito bites and you didn’t get any?”

Me: “Well, I am not exactly sure, but it definitely seems that the mosquitoes like you more.”

After a bit of reflection….

Seba: “Yeah, I guess so. I am very lovable.”



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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