The other day after completing our Embassy aerobics, we took Sebastian out to lunch at an Italian restaurant for wood oven pizzas. Sebastian behaved like a proper little man: let the waiter put his napkin on his lap, remembered all his please and thank yous, and ordered both his food and drink all on his own. When he had finally finished he only 2 very small remnants left on his plate. There was a beautiful young woman working in there who made quite a fuss over how much food he had eaten. She was Italian and spoke English with the beautiful accent. Sebastian seemed to sit a bit taller when she was paying attention to him.
He asked for a take away box at the end of the meal because he didn't want to leave any pizza behind. As we were walking towards the door, the woman asked him what his name was. He told her. She told him her name was Cynthia just as we were walking out the door. "Bye Cynthia" he casually called over his shoulder.
As we were walking down the sidewalk towards our car, Sebastian announces to me and his father, "She was hot!"
We nearly fell over.