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 four years ago when Sebastian was eight.
Sebastian is my eight-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.
As some of you may know, Sebastian has attended a French-language school since he was three and is now essentially fluent in the language. When we moved to Houston, we were elated to discover that he could continue with the language at a school here. Before starting at the school, however, he needed to take a French placement test, and while driving to said test….
Sebastian: “How long is this going to take?”
Me: “I don’t know. About two hours?”
Seba: “Well there goes my whole schedule.”
the drunken cyclist 