I don't think that I have mentioned before of Dixon's love for army guys.
He will not leave the house without them.
All of them.
He will not leave the house without them.
All of them.
The entire bucket, plus more.
He carries them around everywhere.
He will not take a shower without his bucket of army guys.
He carries them around everywhere.
He will not take a shower without his bucket of army guys.
He holds the bucket while riding in his carseat.
Dixon once almost pushed a one year old girl down the bleachers for knocking them over.
He sleeps with the bucket next to his pillow.
If Breckin so much as glances at one of his "guys" Dixon swipes it away with cat like speed.
Dixon once almost pushed a one year old girl down the bleachers for knocking them over.
He sleeps with the bucket next to his pillow.
If Breckin so much as glances at one of his "guys" Dixon swipes it away with cat like speed.
Dixon will not eat a meal without the army guys sitting on the tray of his highchair.
If you even think of taking Dixon's bucket of guys he will scream like a wild banche.
Dixon loves his army guys almost as much as we love our biggest guy.
1 comment:
i feel the same way about a certain something of mine :)
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