It's a...Hank!

Exactly five years ago today I had a growth removed:

And with a lot of love and waffles and Kleenex, it grew into this:

Henry Richard (Hank) Raedeke

If he doesn’t win you over with a flash of his pearly white Chiclets, he’ll woo you with his kind words. Best knows for statements like, “You have beautiful skin…(pause for compliment to sink in)…do you have any popsicles?” or “I like your hair…(pause)…are those brownies back there?” He is a man who knows how to get what he wants.

So Happy Fifth Birthday to the sweetest, happiest, most linguistically inventive little boy you’ll ever meet. (Yes, Hank, meatbulb does in fact make a lot of sense, and it’s much more satisfying to say than meatball…)