I am in Cleveland, Ohio this weekend waking up to gloomy skies, which seems to be a theme in a state that I have not visited this often since I was six years old, it seems. We have been here for Parents’ Weekend at Nathan’s college and we are scrambling to get to the airport. But before we leave, I thought I would revisit another Sundays Are For Sebastian. This one comes from four years ago…
Sebastian is my nine-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.
We were watching the football game and after returning to the room, I found Sebastian with his hand thrust into his pants.
Me: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Why are you grabbing your noodle?”
Seba: “Huh? I’m not.”
Me: “Then what are you doing?”
Seba: “Scratching it….”