I’m in Austin for a few days, and as I normally do whereas touring, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from over six years in the past when Seba was ten.
Sebastian is my ten-year previous and he says a few of the funniest issues–we don’t know the place he will get his materials since his mom and I are quite boring, critical folks.
Returning residence after one of many numerous sporting occasions that we shuttle the boys to each week, my spouse innocently requested: “How did it go?”
Me: “They acquired thumped.”
Sebastian: “Huh? What does ‘hump’ imply?”
Me: “I didn’t say ‘hump’ I stated “thump.”
Seba: “Oh. What does ‘thump’ imply?”
Me: “To lose badly.”
Seba: “Oh, yeah, we acquired thumped!”
A second or two later….
Seba: “Is ‘hump’ a phrase?”
Me: “Ummm, yeah….”
After one other pause….
Seba: “What does it imply?”
I turned to my spouse, however she had already left the room.
