"Daddy, where is my soul?"

"Well Will," I said, putting down my spoon next to my fresh bowl of Raisin Bran. "I think it's right here" -- as I point to my chest -- "wrapped around our hearts, deep inside. You can't see it."

"Yea," said Will, tilting his head to the side and staring up and the light above the kitchen table. "I think it's a rainbow. Inside us."

"It's blue and yellow and..." he said, trailing off, his eyes moving back to mine.

I sat there, stunned. A rainbow? Of course. It's so simple. A prism cuts pure white light into every color -- a rainbow. Why wouldn't our souls look like a rainbow to a purely minted new human being?

This is why this blog exists. William, my four-year-old, is speaking his mind on so many things these days. And his pure, amazing commentaries will all be posted here. To be shared, and adored.

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