This week, we are on a family vacation in France. We are back in Paris for a few days after spending last week in the Loire Valley on bikes, visiting a few castles. As I normally do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This one comes from almost a decade ago when Seba had just turned four.

A couple of months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my four-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. Here is another doozy:

Playing 20 questions with Sebastian:

Me: “Is it alive?”
Seba: “Yes, that’s one.”

“Is it an animal?”
“Yes. That’s two.”

“Does it have four legs?”

Pause.

Seba: “Daddy, does a crocodile have four legs?”
Me: “Yes”

Seba: “Then yes. That’s three.”

Pause.

Me again (after contemplating taking advantage of this new info): “Is it a crocodile?”

Seba (first a brief pause, then with a devilish grin): “Nope. That’s four.”