While I am not on the road this week (although I will be heading out for a bike ride shortly), I thought I would repost this version of Sundays Are For Sebastian from six years ago:
Sebastian is my six-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.
Me: “What do you guys want for dinner? Spaghetti, burritos, or salmon?”
Sebastian: “Burritos, Burritos, BURRITOS!!!”
There was then a slight pause as Nathan whispered something in Seba’s ear.
A Dejected Sebastian: “OK, Salmon, I guess…”
As he walked off, I called over Nathan, a bit angry with him for unduly influencing his brother.
Me: “Why did you tell him to change his mind? What is wrong with burritos?”
Nathan: “Nothing, I just told him that ‘Burritos’ were different than ‘Doritos’.”
the drunken cyclist 