Frank turns 32 today. I told him this morning, "32-year-old Frank is funny." Here's why:
I forgot until about ten minutes after we woke up to tell Frank happy birthday. I was too busy telling him about this crazy dream I had about losing Leo in a mall. Anyway, finally I said, "Frank, happy birthday!"
He said, "I can't believe you took this long to tell me happy birthday."
I said, "I didn't remember until I looked at my phone and it had the date, June 30th."
He said, "And then you thought, 'Oh! All my coupons are gonna expire! I better get to the store!'"
And here's the only recent pic I have of Frank where he's by himself (well, except for this inflatable pool).
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Happy Birthday, Frank! Now Elsa will have to take your pickture by that pool every year so we can see how much you've grown.
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