Sundays Are For Sebastian #200

Sebastian is my nine-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.

About a year and a half ago, we moved from Philadelphia to Houston. Before we decided to move, though, we made several trips to the Bayou City to determine if it were indeed a move that we could actually make. On one such road trip to Houston, Sebastian asked if I wanted to play hangman.

After I assented, he paused and then drew the requisite gallows, with five blanks below.

Me: “E”

Sebastian filled in the second space.

Me: “R”

Seba drew a head.

Me: “S”

The last space was filled.

Me: “T”

Seba filled in the first space.

Me: “N”

He drew another body part.

Me: “P”

A second leg.

Me: “M”

Another arm.

Me: “Are you sure?”

After scratching his head and examining the paper, Sebastian said:

“How do you spell ‘Texas’ again?”


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