Kate and Frank were traveling home from Aruba on standby. Bret had a ticket and went straight home, but Kate would have been stranded in Atlanta with no seat forward, so instead she flew to Chicago. We picked her up late last night. In the morning, we quickly made cupcakes, decorated the high chair, threw on some party hats, and sang Happy Birthday. Then we took them to the airport. He was barely awake at all while he was at our house.
Happy Birthday, Frank!
Happy Birthday, Frank!
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