I am out in Oregon this week for the International Pinot Noir Celebration. As I usually do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from nearly six years ago, when Seba was ten.
Sebastian is my ten-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.
Standing in line at the Space Center, I point out to Sebastian that his new jacket has a hood.
Sebastian: “Really? It’s a hoodie?”
I unsnap the collar and show him the hidden hood.
Our friend asks: “Wow! That jacket has a hood?”
Seba: “Yeah! Apparently, it’s a hoodie.”
Our friend: “‘Apparently?’ That’s a pretty big word can you spell it?”
Seba: “H-O-O-D-Y. Duh.”
the drunken cyclist 