I loved sheep first. Not Dean. ME. OK? Here I am wearing my green sheepie shirt and holding on to my BFF, Sheepie. He came with me when I went to California to visit my Pa-Pop and Grammy. I never leave home without him.
My mom recently hurt her back and neck and she's holding me and my 35+ pounds responsible. Wittle me. Can you believe it? I'm too sweet to cause that kind of damage. Just look at me and my sweet lips and curly bullet. She's got it all wrong.
New favorite word? YUM. As in 'yes.' "Dylan, do you want to go play out side?" "Yum."
What do I call myself? Dunnah. And what does everyone else call me? "Commander in Chief." That's right.
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