I am not on the road this week, but nonetheless, I decided to re-blog a Sundays for Sebastian. Today’s comes from a little over three years ago when Sebastian was nine….
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.
About a year and a half ago, we moved from Philadelphia to Houston. Before we decided to move, though, we made several trips to the Bayou City to determine if it were indeed a move that we could actually make. On one such road trip to Houston, Sebastian asked if I wanted to play hangman.
After I assented, he paused and then drew the requisite gallows, with five blanks below.
Me: “E”
Sebastian filled in the second space.
Me: “R”
Seba drew a head.
Me: “S”
The last space was filled.
Me: “T”
Seba filled in the first space.
Me: “N”
He drew another body part.
Me: “P”
A second leg.
Me: “M”
Another arm.
Me: “Are you sure?”
After scratching his head and examining the paper, Sebastian said:
“How do you spell ‘Texas’ again?”
the drunken cyclist 