Once, a student gave me a crudely built coil pot she had made in ceramics class. She had painted a stylized skeleton on one side and the name "Frank" on the other. She gave no explanation. I didn't need one. From that point on, all decorative skeletons would be known as "Frank." I give you "Frank, reclining."
Grandpa stole my thunder and showed him our favorite movie when he was only two. I was saving it. At least I got to teach him "This is Halloween." He sings it all the time.
