Playing with the new tractor Daddy got you before I left. You are rotten!
Just tucking your cell phone in your shorts (pocket), just like Dad.
Serious conversations at the dinner table....sweet and yet, scary moment. Who knows what y'all were scheming.
You love corn dogs! You peel all the breaking off and then yell, "look, Mom! Hot dog!"
You constantly keep us laughing.
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