This weekend, I am in frigid Detroit, Michigan (21°F), about to get on a plane back to a much warmer Houston (75°F). As I do when I am on the road, I revisit a previous Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from about ten years ago, when Seba was 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. 

Sebastian had his T-Ball All-Star game a few weeks ago. He was despondent after the awarding of the MVP t-shirts (he did not get one).

Tammy: “What’s the matter?”
Seba: “I wanted to get something, too.”
Tammy: “Well if you practice hard and try your best….”
Me: [I cut her off] “All members of the team get a free hotdog.”
Seba: “They do?!? Why didn’t you say so?” [Takes off running.]