Hi! My name is Dillon. Welcome to my website. Grandma created it just for me when I was very little. Now I'm almost ten years old. I love to swim, play video games and of course fight with my brother.

Now I want to tell you about myself, because of course, I think I'm very intersting! I will begin with my family. I live in a small house with : Mommy, and my older brother Zachery. Please visit his web site. He thinks he is almost as interesting, as I am. Something else you might find interesting about me is the fact that I have Hypotonia. This means that I have weak muscles. But, do I let this stop me from chasing after my brother? Absoulutely Not!!! Everyone knows that little brothers must do everything that their older brothers do, right? My weak muscles may prevent me from being a track star, but that's no big deal, I'll be a stage star instead. Yes, you read it right, a stage star. Click here to read a great poem about children with problems The Misunderstood Child

Grandma loves to put me in photo contests!

And, Mommy and Grandma take me to lots of pageants! I like to be on stage! And the prizes win, there are GREAT!!!

Grandma says that I should tell all of you boys who are reading this to check out my links below. Many of them are about boys in pageants and photo contests. I'm here to tell you that these things don't hurt boys. They're not just for girls! So all you boys out there, come on! It will help to build your confidence and you can show off for all the cute girls. I think it's great fun!!!!

When I get off stage, its back to being me, a typical little boy.

I LOVE playing with Beyblades and Fly Wheels! Oh, I almost forgot Yu Gi Oh! I am going to a Yu Gi Oh cake for my birthday. Well, got to go. Zack might be doing something without me, But, come back soon. You wouldn't want to miss any of my future adventures.

Don't forget to let grandma know if you are a boy with a pageant page. We can add you to my pageant buddies links.

Also, don't forget to apply for my website aware. I like to give awards almost as much as I like to get them!


Boy Friendly Pageants
Photo Contest Page
See Zachery & I in the Nutcracker
Boys Pageant Resources Page
Apply for My Award
Award's My Site Has Won



Carolina Kids Pageant information
America's Most Photogenic Boys Board
Boys in Pageants

Gentlemen in Pageantry

Visit My Pageant Buddies Personal Pages

Brock's Web Site
Jack's Secret Club
Kyle's Site
Little King Dillan


Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys are the same. Boys are found everywhere--on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brother and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly, or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world.

A boy is a composite--he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of
a sword swallower, the energy of an atom bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the shyness of a violet and when he makes sonething, he has five thumbs on each hand.

A boy is a magical creature-- you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your HEART. Might was well give up-- he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master-- a freckled face, pint size, cat chasing bundle of noise.

But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic workd,"HI, DAD!"

I've been told this was written by Alan Beck and was published in Reader's Digest in 1954.

* Note to my son and grandsons the words "HI MOM and HI MEMAW" are pretty grand too.

this site was updated 01/26/08

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