As I write this, I am sitting at the base of the Matterhorn (well, not really at the “base” but close enough) in Zermatt, Switzerland. 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 entire week I have been traveling with Nathan, Sebastian’s older brother, visiting Italy and Switzerland before he starts his semester abroad in Lyon, France (where we are headed today). Thus, I thought it appropriate to revisit a Sundays that features Nathan, This one comes from seven years ago when he was thirteen

Sebastian is my eight-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. Nathan is our thirteen-year-old who also has his moments.

The other day my wife came home with some new eyeglasses which were made from recycled vinyl records.

She approached Nathan to get his approval.

My wife: “Nathan, do you like my new glasses? They are made out of recycled records!”

Nathan: “What’s a record?”

My Wife: “You know, those discs made out of vinyl that have music on them.”

Nathan: “You mean those silver thingies that daddy puts in the computer and puts our playlists on?”

My wife: “Never mind.”

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.