Here he is a little older. Now a toddler.
Any guesses yet?
Take a look at the cheeks.
Check out the ears.
I love hearing stories from my dad. He was a Boy Scout. He was a musician. He was the man of the house. He lost his dad when he was only eight. He lost some vision in his eye in a "foolish" childhood adventure. He suffered loss at a young age.
My dad lives his life. He is not afraid to try new things.
My dad is my hero!
My dad was a little boy once just like we all were little children once.
Thanks for sharing stories of your childhood Dad!
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