I am not on the road this week, since, well, you know, but nonetheless, I decided to re-blog a Sundays for Sebastian. Today’s comes from a little over eight years ago when Sebastian was four.
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.
At times I often play the game of “Would you rather…” with the boys when I present them with two equally unappealing choices from which to choose.
Me: “Would you rather eat a live worm or kiss a girl on the lips for five seconds?”
Seba: “Easy. Eat the worm–that won’t kill me right?”
Me: “Probably not.”
Seba: “Would you rather go to work naked or shave off all your hair?”
Me: “Easy. Go to work naked.”
Seba: “Bursts out laughing. What?! You would? Are you crazy?”
Me: “I work from home.”
Seba: “Oh. Yeah. I did not think that one all the way through, did I?”
