
Tank is glad he’s not carrying this one.

Tank is glad he’s not carrying this one.
Frances isn’t the only one with a bundle of joy!
Cadette Grunt was born with normal eyes, but they’re kinda scary big so I’ll wait until I can use contacts on her to show her face.
Frances thinks he might be pregnant.
Beau knows it. Either that or those schnitzel sundaes are very fattening.

“So, do you want to have a boy or a girl?”
As innocent of a question it was, Angela seems to be bothered by it.
“Why should it matter?” She asks. “We’ll still love him or her the same, right?”
“I know we will.” Dustin turns his head forward, keeping his eyes off his wife. “I just thought I’d ask.”

“Hey,” Angela’s voice softens, “don’t feel down about it.” She lowers her volume to a whisper. “I’m secretly hoping we have a girl. I’ve always loved the name Renee, after all.” She giggles.

“So you do have a preference!”
“Oh, hush! If we have a son, we never had this conversation.”