I am not on the road this week, since, well, you know, 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.
When we told the boys that we were moving to Houston, we were worried that it would be met with some resistance. Quite the opposite. In fact, they only had two demands. The first was that they would have separate rooms and the second was that we get a dog.
My wife (expressing her reluctance on the second demand): “I guarantee that I will be taking care of the dog at least 75% of the time.”
Sebastian (gleefully): “… And I will be taking care of it the other half of the time!”
the drunken cyclist 