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 seven years ago when Sebastian was five and we were living in Philly. It was the 46th Sundays Are For Sebastian, which somehow feels appropriate to republish today.
Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five-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 (on his third breakfast, but only halfway through his croissant) “Daddy, can I be done?”
He got up and began to walk away. Then, as I ate the rest of his croissant, he points at it and says “You’re WELCOME for that!”