As I mentioned earlier in the week, I have been in Paris for a few days, attending the massive Salon des Vignerons Indépendents. Per usual, while traveling, I like to revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This one comes from three years ago, when Sebastian was fourteen. 

Sebastian is our fourteen-year-old son 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 past summer, Sebastian and I were in Paris and while walking back from the Eiffel Tower, we passed le Pont d’Alma.

Me: “That’s where Princesses Di died.”

Sebastian: “Who?”

Me: “Princesses Diana.”

Sebastian: “Am I supposed to know who that is?”

Me: “You’re kidding, right?”

Seba: “Do you mean Princess Diana like Wonder Woman?”

We made our way up to the Arc, but I could convince no one to climb to the top. We did, however, take a slew of photos.