I am out on the West Coast this week, tasting some wine and catching up with old friends. As is my wont when I am away from home, I revisit a previous Sundays Are For Sebastian. This one comes from four years ago, when Sebastian 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.
After returning home from two weeks of summer camp, Sebastian was lamenting to his mother that he had received countless mosquito bites.
My wife: “Did you use the mosquito spray that I put in your bag?”
Seba: “Huh?”
My wife: “The mosquito spray, did you use it?”
Seba: “Huh?”
My wife: “Never mind, that answers the question.”
the drunken cyclist 