Playing in the rain
Once when Frank was little, he and his brothers were playing outside in the rain on a cold winters day. When it was time to eat I called them in for dinner. They came to the door and knocked. I was suprised that they knocked so instead of telling them to come in I answered the door. To my suprise, standing in front of me was three little figures that were almost unrecanizable because they were covered from head to toe with mud. They had been body sledding down the muddy hill next to the house. This is one of my favorite memories of Frank and his creative ideas of fun.
Your memories will live forever my son!