Frankie is becoming quite the conversationalist. He has a very earnest way of talking that's pretty adorable. He loves to strike up a conversation with adults we meet on the street or at the grocery store. He asks things like, "How's your day going today?" and "What's your name? My name is Frank, but my long name is Francis." (He recently asked this of a man named Tom, and responded, "Oh! I watch Thomas the Train!!") He stopped to visit Grandma and Grandpa the other day and informed them that it was "the best day of his life because the weather was just perfect."
He has his fair share of funny one-liners. Of course, I would have to write them down immediately to remember them all. He recently tried pulling the, "I'm little and sometimes I just don't understand!!" line on his older siblings when he was trying to get his way with something. We all agreed that if he could use that as his argument, he clearly did understand.
He has also FINALLY started to let me cut his hair with the clippers. He used a scissors to snip a small chunk of hair off the front of his head. It wasn't too much and would have been easily remedied, but when everyone laughed he decided it was funny to cut hair. So of course, he ran and did it again, cutting it as short as he possibly could. I told him I would have to use the clippers to even it out, and to my great shock, he agreed.
Here's the before picture. (Sorry, no after shot).

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