Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#96)

I am got back from France on Sunday last week, but I essentially turned around and went right back to the airport and headed for the Paris of the Midwest, Detroit, Michigan for another funeral. As I usually do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This one comes from seven years ago when Seba was six.

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.

Here is another gem from a couple of years ago at this time when Sebastian was four years old.

Sebastian: “I want to go to Hershey Park.”

His mother: “What is Hershey Park?” (She knows it is an amusement park.)

Seba: “It’s where they keep all the candy and you get to eat as much as you want.”

His mother: “Well that’s not entirely true.”

Seba: “Do they have candy?”

His mother: “Well, yes….”

Seba: “Then what’s the problem?”



About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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