Frank has really been working on his counting lately. And since his b-day was last week, he's been counting how old he is.
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I'm 3, then I'll be 4, then 5.... etc.
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(Personally, thinking about him being so old makes me want to cry, but that's my problem not his, I guess.)
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But last night at dinner he was counting, then stopped.
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Frank: I don't like getting older, Mom.
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Mom: Why, Frank?
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Frank: Because I want to stay your Snugglebug!
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Oh! Could I love this kid any more?
