I am back in France this week (Lyon), after a few days in Switzerland, and then I am off to Italy tomorrow. 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 eight years ago when he was six

Sebastian is my six-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.

My wife: “Sebastian will you please clear your plate?”

Sebastian: “No.”

My wife: “Excuse me?”

Seba: “I don’t have to.”

My wife: “Really? Why not?”

Seba: “Because I’m cute!”

Ruh roh.