I am in Corsica, France, and as I sometimes do while traveling, I revisit a Sundays Are For Sebastian. This comes from over eleven years ago when Seba was six.
Sebastian is my six-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.
Sebastian: “Daddy, why is there no ‘E’?
Me: “Huh?”
Seba: “Why is there no letter ‘E’?”
Me: “I have no idea what you are talking about….”
Seba: “You know, for grades. There is an A, B, C, D, and F, but no E. How come?”
Me: “That is a really good question, I have no idea.”
Seba: “And what do they mean?”
Me: “Well, an A is the best, then comes B …”
Seba: “No, I mean, what do they stand for? What does the A mean?”
Me: “As far as I know, nothing. The only one that stands for anything is ‘F’ which means ‘Fail’.”
Seba: “And what does that mean?”
Me: “That means you did not do well enough, and you might have to do it all over again.”
Seba: “Are you sure that is the only one that means anything?”
Me: “Pretty sure.”
Seba: “Oh” [Sounding disappointed].
[Pause]
Me: “Why?”
Seba: “I thought the ‘D’ meant ‘Dufus’.”
