When Xavier was a baby, he growled at other babies. At the first sign of competition, he would lean in towards the opposition and let the roar slowly build within his chest. Although he may have been short in stature, he made it known that no man could stake a claim on his territory. Interestingly enough, he also utilized this technique with the ladies. If he caught the eye of a pretty girl, he would lean in towards her and growl. Such a charming rouse of aggression often ignited displays of gratuitous affection. So not only was Xavier's growl the call of a fierce warrior, it was also his mating song.
Emerson is still finding his voice. What he is unable to vocalize in words, he communicates in brute strength. When Xavier invades Emerson's personal space, look out as the punches begin to fly.
Bottom Left: Upper cut!
Bottom Right: "I'm Emerson Ali. Don't mess with me. I'm craaaazy!"
And those who are reading this are thinking Emerson's Momma is crazy too!
3 comments:
He looks so cute in his Indiana sweatshirt--even as a crazy baby.
Wow, he's a tank. At this rate there is little doubt that Emerson will be a linebacker for Indiana give or take a few years:)
Thanks for the good reading today! I always enjoy your posts so much!
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