This weekend, I am in New York again, this time to take Nathan to see Hamilton, which was his present for his 16th birthday (he turns 19 later this month–yeah, the gift has been a while coming). As I usually do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This one, which logically features Nathan, comes from six years ago when Nathan was thirteen.

Sebastian is my eight-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. Nathan is our thirteen-year-old and usually is much more stoic than Sebastian. Usually.

The other day my wife came home with some new eyeglasses which were made from recycled vinyl records.

She approached Nathan to get his approval.

My wife: “Nathan, do you like my new glasses? They are made out of recycled records!”

Nathan: “What’s a record?”

My Wife: “You know, those discs made out of vinyl that have music on them.”

Nathan: “You mean those silver things that daddy puts in the computer and puts our playlists on?”

My wife: “Never mind.”