This week I am on the road again, this time in my beloved state of Maine. I went to college in the state however many years ago and I do not get back nearly as often as I would like. As I normally do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This  one comes from three years ago when Seba was ten.

Sebastian is my ten-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. 

Recently, we were playing the name that capital game.

Me: “Kentucky.”

Seba: “KFC.”

Me: “Kentucky Fried Chicken? Really?”

Seba: “No. I just say that to help me remember.”

Me (after a long pause): “So? What is it?”

Seba: “Uh. I don’t know. I can’t remember what the ‘FC’ stands for.”