Sundays Are For Sebastian #262

Sebastian is my eleven-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 boys overheard their mother and I discussing a possible promotion for which she was being considered.

Sebastian: “Wait, does this mean we are moving again? (We moved to Texas three years prior for a better position for my wife.)

Me: “Huh? First of all, you were not involved in this conversation, so it is rather rude for you to interject a question like that. Second, what makes you think we are moving?”

Nathan (who was watching the news and the senate majority leader was on the screen): “Wait, we are moving again? Why? Please, just not to Kentucky.”

My wife: “Who said anything about moving? We are not moving at all, let alone to Kentucky!”

Sebastian: “I hear they have really good fried chicken in Kentucky.”

 

 

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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1 Response to Sundays Are For Sebastian #262

  1. lulu says:

    Now that you’re in Houston you might never want to leave.

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