Somehow my baby brother is 17 today (mind you, the term "baby" is used loosely here since he has been a foot taller than me for a number of years now). How did this happen?! It cannot be real because I am still 17, at least that is how I inexplicably think of myself.
Look at this boy! He has his own style, his own friends, his own music, his own life.
I only wish that I had a younger photo of him on hand so that you could attain a grasp of how he was arguably the cutest child in the world.
I'm sorry Dylan, but this will always be how I think of you.
Location: Gatlinburg, TN.
Age: 3 years old.
Time: Day after Halloween.
An abstract conversation between father and son.
Dad: Did you get a lot of candy?
Dad: What did you get?
Dylan: I got a sucker. Big, LITTLE SUCKER.
Dad: Did you have fun?
Dad: Are you ready to go home?
Dad: You don't want to see all your of friends?
Dad: Do you want to go ride in your red jeep?
Dad: Well what do you want?!
Dylan: (whispers) cauuundy.
Dylan: I VANT CAUNDY!
Love you, bro!
To this day, I still pronounce "candy" as "caundy."