Happy birthday dear darling Alexander. You are the bee's knees, the cat's pajamas, the sundae's sprinkles, the hammer's nail... you get it, you're the best (and not just because it's your Birthday, but because you're the best.). Here you are above in a suit (not to be confused with a birthday suit, but a birthday suit because of the day it falls on) looking as dashing as ever (more dashing than the spice from the 1990's...Mrs. Dash). I thought the song above by Ike and Tina Turner and the Kings of Rhythm would be a nice way to ring in the commencing of age (you'll hear the Birthday song more then once today, and I figured why not switch it up ya know?). Since Francis doesn't blog (yet), the message above was all his paws could type. I love you to the Birthday Moon...and back.