Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#211)

Well, after being up in Maine last week, after getting home on Wednesday, I turned right around and drove up to Fort Worth for Sebastian’s final basketball tournament of the summer. The tournament has not gone all that well so far for the team and last night they were faced with a tough game. If they lost, that would be their last game, if they won, they would have another game this (Sunday) afternoon. They won. That means we will not get back to Houston until close to 9:00 this evening. Oh, the joy. As I usually do when away from Houston, I publish a previous edition of Sundays are for Sebastian. This one comes from a little over four years ago.

Sebastian is my nine-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.

The boys had spent the entire day bickering about a variety of topics and by the time dinner rolled around, both their mother and I had grown exasperated.

Me (to my wife): “Can you explain to me why we had children again?”

My wife shrugged her shoulders and cast me a wry smile, but before she could speak, Sebastian interjected.

“Because Mommy was pregnant!”


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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