{Which way to the VFW?}
Grandma Gayle made these sweet little shirts for the boys to wear on the 4th of July.
Don't they make you want to march around and sing "God Bless America" at the top of your lungs?
Good. Me too.
Breckin was an easier sell than Dixon.
Heck, Breckin even mowed the lawn in his.
But nonetheless, I got some supper caute pics of Dixon with his.
Here is my lone attempt for a photo shoot at City Park in my patriotic boys in all of their glory:
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