I am out of town again this week, this time in the French Alps, on the banks of Lac d’Annecy. This is my second time in the town and, like the first time I was here several years ago, I hope to do a bit of bike riding. The weather has yet to cooperate, however. 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 ten years ago when he 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.

This week, our little Sebastian jumped off a playground apparatus and broke his arm. While that is never a “good” thing to experience as a parent, it has resulted in several moments that will grace this blog in the weeks to come.

While at the hospital….
Tammy (my wife): “OK Sebastian, they have to take a few X-Rays of your arm now.”

Sebastian (being very brave in the face of his broken arm, but still a bit scared): “What’s an Ecks Ray?”

Tammy: “It’s like a picture.”

The doctors proceeded to take several X-Rays.

With Sebastian smiling very broadly for each one.

And saying: “Cheese!”