Sundays Are For Sebastian #266

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. 

Last summer, we visited Rome as a family. It is safe to say that during that trip, Sebastian probably ate his weight in pizza. On occasion, his mother would try to negotiate a sliver away from him, which was usually met with considerable resistance.

On one such attempt, Sebastian offered the concession that his mother could have some of the crust of the latest wood-fired pizza on the plate in front of him. She readily accepted (she loves pizza crust).

My wife: “Why am I getting all the burnt crust?”

Sebastian: “Because I don’t want them.”


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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2 Responses to Sundays Are For Sebastian #266

  1. beth says:

    well, at least the end result was a good one )

    Liked by 1 person

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