This week, probably against better judgment, I am out in Oregon for the better part of a week. First in McMinnville, then down to Southern Oregon, and then back up to Eugene. As I normally do while on the road, I re-post one of my favorite Sundays Are for Sebastian. This one comes from over four years ago when Seba was eight.
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.
Here in Houston, Nathan is attending an Episcopal school despite the fact that neither his mother nor I are very religious.
The other day, while driving home…
Nathan: “Mommy says I am ‘antagnotistic’.”
Me: “Huh? You mean antagonistic?”
Nathan: “No, she said until I get old enough to decide for myself, I should tell people that I am ‘agnotistical’.”
Me: “Oh, you mean ‘agnostic’?”
Nathan: “Yeah! That’s it.”
Sebastian: “Does that mean ‘ugly’?”
the drunken cyclist 