I thought I would end 2019 (a year which, luckily, is not a prime number—I don’t like prime numbers) with a look back at five of my favorite SAFS of the year.

Sundays Are For Sebastian #234

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

Sebastian just recently started taking an interest in Trivia Crack, an app that asks trivia questions in several different categories.

Seba: “Hey Daddy, guess what my worst category is?”

Me: “I have no idea.”

Seba: “Gee OH graphie. I have zero percent right.”

Me: “Makes sense.”

Sundays Are For Sebastian #235

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

During car rides or at the dinner table, I often ask the boys random trivia questions. On one such occasion….

Me: “Who’s on the dime?”

Sebastian: “Some tiny dude.”

Me (sarcastically): “Yeah, the size of the coin is determined by the height of the President.”

Sebastian: “Really?”

Sundays Are For Sebastian #236

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

Sebastian, having recently returned from Taekwondo, was about to sit down to a particularly messy lunch….

Me: “You better go change so as not to spill anything on your dobok [the Taekwondo uniform, which is white].”

Seba (with a laugh): “I could just take it off and eat naked!”

Me: “Well, that’s one of two options.”

Seba: “Wait, can I eat naked?”

Sundays Are For Sebastian #242

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

Standing in line at the Space Center, I point out to Sebastian that his new jacket has a hood.

Sebastian: “Really? It’s a hoodie?”

I unsnap the collar and show him the hidden hood.

Our friend asks: “Wow! That jacket has a hood?”

Seba: “Yeah! Apparently, it’s a hoodie.”

Our friend: “‘Apparently?’ That’s a pretty big word can you spell it?”

Seba: “H-O-O-D-Y. Duh.”

Sundays Are For Sebastian #248

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

It was Nathan’s 16th birthday. As a potential gift, I offered to take him to see Hamilton in NYC.

Nathan: “Really? Are you kidding?! Yes!!”

Seba: “Sucker.”

Me: “Huh?”

Seba: “‘To be or not to be. Blah, blah, blah.’ Have a great time….”

Nathan: “Um, that’s Hamlet, not Hamilton.”

Seba: “Sure. Whatever. Have fun with that.”

This is last year’s photo–we never got around to doing it this year.