Frank is three. He didn’t do anything major - just was three ;-) - picking up drinks that others had put down, trying to play in the rabbit droppings, clobbering his brothers during prayers, that sort of thing. Sally was helping with cooking, so I was carrying Kathleen around trying to pull Frank out of ... interesting activities ... before a disaster occurred.
Lol!
It’s hard for me to grasp that Frank is no longer wallowing on the floor and not having red curls. *sigh*
I’m anxious to see all of you again. It will be so much fun!