With all the craziness that has become our daily existence, I woke this morning knowing exactly what post I wanted to share. I am decidedly at home today (and for the foreseeable future), but I thought I would revisit one of my favorite Sundays Are For Sebastian. It just seems appropriate….

A few weeks ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays are for Sebastian. Sebastian is my four-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. Nonetheless, here is another gem:

My wife and I have been incapacitated for the better part of the week with the flu, but it has thus far bypassed the boys. Today, however, Sebastian seems to have come down with a mean case of diarrhea (which was not a part of either of our ailments). After school, my wife made it clear that under no circumstances could he touch anything. He was scolded a couple of times for not heeding his mother’s dictum. A bit wounded, he skulked over to me. After a moment he looked up to me and asked:

“Can I touch myself?”

I am also reminiscing about our previous home in Philadelphia, where the blossoms are no doubt once again coming out….