This weekend, I am in Detroit for a few days helping my father clean out his house (his wife of 33 years died in November and was quite the hoarder). Thus, as I usually do while away from home, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This one comes from four years ago when Seba was nine.

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. 

This year, for his birthday in March, we got Nathan a smartwatch. Ever since that day, Sebastian has been bugging us to get him one as well. Since he loses everything from swimming goggles to his underwear, we have resisted.

Recently, however, his mother relented and bought him a very basic pedometer, which basically counts the number of times his arm moves as he walks. Early one morning she asked him about it.

My wife: “How is your new watch?”

Sebastian: “Great! I already beat it!”

My wife: “Huh?”

Seba: “It said you need to walk 10,000 steps a day and I beat it!

My wife: “So how many do you have?”

Seba: “Over 17,000!”

My wife: “What? How did you do that?!”

Seba: “Basically by doing this a lot.”

He raised the arm with the device on it and started waving it back and forth furiously.