I am actually on the road this week, which is hard to believe. After spending most of the week with my older son, Nathan, checking out a few colleges in California, I headed up to Healdsburg for a few days to visit a few friends, ride my bike, and maybe–just maybe–taste some wine. As I have done in the past while on the road, I post a previously published Sundays Are For Sebastian. This one is from five years ago, when Sebastian was seven.
Sebastian is my seven-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.
A few months ago in this space I posted about Nathan instead of Sebastian. That Sunday night, I called Nathan down and asked him if he had seen that day’s SAFS.
Nathan: “Nope.”
Me: “You should check it out.”
After a few moments, he loaded the page….
Nathan: “Hey! It’s ‘This Sunday is for Nathan!'”
Nathan started reading the post and after a couple of seconds, a voice shouted from upstairs…
Sebastian: “DID HE JUST SAY ‘THIS SUNDAY IS FOR NATHAN’?”
Me: “Yes.”
Sebastian then sprinted downstairs, plopped himself in a chair and said:
“Does this mean nobody likes me anymore?”
the drunken cyclist 
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