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 eight years ago when Sebastian was (almost) five.
Today (Sunday) is Sebastian’s Fifth Birthday Party (he actually turns five tomorrow, Monday). For the past several weeks he has been obsessed about all things concerning his turning five.
This last week, he was focused on his birthday present(s), and since he has been home with his broken arm, we have received many inquiries concerning the nature of the gift. On Thursday, he decided to take a more proactive stance.
Sebastian: “Mom, can we go to Target now and pick out my present?”
Tammy: “No, you can’t pick out your own present!”
Sebastian: “Why not?”
Tammy: “Well, for one thing, when you open it on your birthday, it will not be a surprise!”
Sebastian: “Well, my party is not until this weekend, I will forget about it by then.”
Tammy: “No you won’t.”
Sebastian: “Yes I will!”
[Pause]
“I already forgot what you just said!”
the drunken cyclist 