Making the Irish smile

We were out and about yesterday, and, like always, I had to chase down Flynn, calling out his name.  After scooping him up, I noticed an older gentleman smiling at us.  He asked me to repeat the name.  I did, and his eyes just sparkled.  "Do you know what the name means?" he asked with a thick Irish brogue.  "Yes, it's Irish for 'son of the red-haired one'."  He just beamed.  It was like I had unearthed a secret treasure that only the Irish are privy to.  We've met other Drakes, but we've never met another Flynn.  It was kinda cool to share the joy of my son's name with a friendly stranger.