I am in Paris this whole week, trying to pick up at least some of the pieces after a dear friend died last week. I am going to try to still post regularly while here in order to keep some sense of normalcy, but it won’t be easy. I normally post a past Sundays are for Sebastian when away from home. So , for the sake of “normal” this one comes from six years ago now….
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.
While off camping, Seba slipped in the port-o-potty and struck his eye on the toilet seat, resulting in a very swollen eye.
Even though I have merely a Ph.D., I mentioned to my wife (who is a full-blown M.D.–a “real doctor” and a pediatrician to boot) that we might want to get some ice on it.
She agreed, but after only a moment or two of coldness….
Seba: “Why do I need this ice? It is really cold!
Nathan: “Because you fell and knocked your head–don’t you want it to get better?”
Seba: “Why can’t I just put a bandaid on it?”
Nathan: “What? Are you crazy? You won’t be able to see!”
Seba: “Why not? I have another eye….”
the drunken cyclist 