Happy Late Birthday, Franny-Girl. I know yesterday was the first one you’ve had to celebrate without your brother Zooey, but I don’t think that warranted you trying to open a vein on my arm when I tried to help you dislodge that piece of food from the top of your mouth. I still love you, though…the way you scream when I pick you up or run across the room like a rabbit whose tail is on fire. Happy 12th, babygirl. Here’s to 12 more.