Dylan sat on the motorcycle for about a half hour, happy as a clam. He calls the motorcycle a "Sickle" and asks about it at least 20 times each day. Often times the first thing that Dylan says to me in the morning when I come into his room is "Sickle? Sickle?"
Adorbs.
Obsessed.
The end.
1 comment:
Love your picture! So CUTE!!!!
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