Fros

"We're cousins. We're friends. Some might call us Frousins. I call us Fros."*

*(That's me quoting myself.) 

That's right . . .

. . . Fros.

Mistah and I got to hang out with some my super-awesome Fros last night, which was a gigantic, rare, awesomely huge treat . . .

. . . awesomely huge.

Aren't I lucky?

It was a love-fest, with the love focused mostly on the hugely popular S'mores.

It was a S'mores extravaganza . . .

. . . especially the marshmallow part . . .

. . . pure bliss.

But the best part was my Fros' kids got to hang out with their Fros . . .

. . . Fros, the next generation.

You think *I've* got it good, Fro-wise?

I do; Oh how I do. And so do these munchkins:

Fros for life.