They were having a nice bro-moment after school today over pizza, and I took a photo of them smiling. Then as I started to leave the room, Isaac stopped me and said he wanted me to take one more shot. Then the weird six-seven associated hand motions began. I rolled my eyes and took the picture.
Nope, I don't get it. But I adore these boys, even when they're being inexplicably goofy. In fact, I am grateful for that goofiness, because it lightens the heaviness than can so often weigh down this life.

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