I am out of town again this week, this time in Fort Worth, Texas, for yet another basketball tournament. This is my first time in Fort Worth and I find the downtown area surprisingly enchanting. There really is not much to write about when it comes to Houston’s “downtown” but there is certainly a different vibe here. As I usually do when I am out of town, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian, our fourteen-year-old soon-to-be sophomore in high school(!). This one comes from four years ago when he was ten.

Sebastian is my ten-year-old son and he has some of the funniest utterances I have ever heard–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. 

After returning from camp this summer, Seba was unpacking his bag when he came to his toiletries.

Seba: “Which one of these was for my hair and which one was for my body again?”

My wife: “At this point, it doesn’t really matter.”

Seba: “Yeah, I really did not use either much anyway.”