They had a Serious Talk about how many they were going to have. Frank wanted FIVE. OR SEVEN. OR TEN! Jamia's like, "THREE," and she WILL. NOT. BUDGE. And by the third, Frank's like, FIVE? WTF WAS I THINKING? O.o

And then, just as their shipping their littlest little one off to the first day of kindgergarten (standing at the end of the driveway waving at the bus as it pulls away, all misty-eyed and holding hands, UGH), Jamia's like, "So um. I'm pregnant again."

AND THEN FRANK LOSES HIS SHIT FROM PURE JOY. I think he loves her pregnant. She's gonna be one of those GLOWY pregnant women. UGH UGH I CAN'T TAKE IT.