I am in Healdsburg, California, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from about thirteen years ago when Seba was five.
Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five 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.
A couple days ago I gave Sebastian a haircut.
This morning, he asked me: “Daddy, do I still have my haircut?”
I was not quite sure what he meant so I eloquently replied:”Huh?”
He reposed the question: “Do I still have my haircut?”
[Pause]
He added: “People keep asking if I got a haircut and I want to know if I still got it….”
the drunken cyclist 