Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#241)

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.”

 

Here we all are in Split, Croatia last summer. Hopefully, we will be able to travel again, soon.

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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