“Your mother’s right about those Hittites, Jacobaleh,” Isaac told his son. “You can do better. But none of these Canaanites, either! I mean, you can date them, but you wouldn’t want to marry one, you know what I mean? We have standards in this family. Now I want you to head off to Paddan-Aram and marry one of your uncle’s girls. Keep it in the family, right, boy? Heh, heh.” Jacob headed off to find the cousin of his dreams, wondering if maybe his brother Esau hadn’t gotten the better end of the deal. Esau still hoped to make a good impression on his father. Snooping on Jacob, he learned how his parents felt about the Canaanite women, so in order to impress them, he took a third wife, only this time taking care to marry one of Ishmael’s daughters. Ishmael was only his father’s half-brother, so it’s like they weren’t even related. Jacob walked on to the town of Haran, in Paddan-Aram, where Uncle Laban and all those single young cousins lived. It was a long trip, l