#45

OK, so this one can be filed under
"Let's read way way too far into what my kid says, and extract some existential statement from it."
But it was too good to pass up. Guilty as charged.

Isaac likes to cover our heads up with a blanket and whisper things to each other in bed. Sweet enough to give you diabetes. So we're "in the bunny burrow" as it is referred to in the Norman-Sokoll household, and Isaac is counting on his fingers:

"One, two, fwee. That's how old I am"

"That's right Isaac. Next week."

"One. That's how old you are."

"Oh, yeah? I'm one?"

"Yeah, Daddy. All the people in the whole world are One."

*****

"That's right Isaac. We are."