This weekend Sebastian is actually on the road; he is on a school trip to South Africa, believe it or not and I was supposed to be in the South of Spain. I cancelled that trip at the very last minute as there was a monsoon hitting the region. Nonetheless, I am revisiting a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from eight years ago, as we were getting ready for our move to Texas when Sebastian was seven years old.
Sebastian is my seven-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.
As part of getting ready for the move, both of the boys have to take standardized tests as part of the application process to schools.
My wife, not surprisingly, has become a bit of a, dare I say “Tiger Mom” and has required that the boys prepare by regularly taking practice tests which have cost us a small fortune.
Sebastian has surprisingly taken to these practice sessions, and attacks them with vigor.
The other day, he was taking one of the online tests when he said exasperated:
“What is THIS?”
Me: “What?”
Seba: “It’s a line with a dot above it and another dot below it. What is THAT?!?”
Me: “That means ‘divided by’.”
Seba: “Oh! OK!”
He went back to the computer screen, and started typing away.
A few moments later….
Seba: “What the HECK does ‘drived by’ mean?”
the drunken cyclist 