I am once again on the road this week, this time in Split, Croatia with the family for a few days. 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 nine-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.
The other day, after a particularly funny utterance….
Me: “Ha! I am going to have to use that for Sundays are for Sebastian!”
Seba: “No! You can’t do that.”
Me: “Why?!”
Sebastian: “Today’s not Sunday.”
