When Isaac came out of Sunday school today, he asked Adam and I if we knew what his name means. We said yes, but he was still very pleased to share that he'd learned that his name means "laughter." He talked about it on and off all day long, actually.
Then, this evening, as he watched the 49er game and played with Brady, he suddenly asked an important question: Do I smell like laughter? Adam and I exchanged a bemused look. What does laughter smell like? I have no idea, but I love that he asked because those sweet, innocent questions are priceless.
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