DYLAN DAVID STOTT A beautiful little boy. His life was short, but full of meaning. He was, and is, a complete person. He laughed and cried, he lived his life to the full and the best thing in it was the love of his family. Dylan was a complete person. He bought a lot of joy into our lives, and we have so many memories of him. The way he was always smiling, happy and contented: his cheeky grin and his beautiful big brown eyes. He loved to be picked up and cuddled, and would ask anyone for a ‘carry’. Dylan was born in Lincoln and had only ever known life in Coleby, ‘a true villager’. He enjoyed being part of the village. His day generally started at about 5am, with a shout to mum and dad for his early morning milk and cuddle. He had his daily walk around the village up and down Monique’s step, hiding under the well head, visiting people, looking for all the animals along the way. Houses and people were generally known to Dylan by the animals in them, cats, dogs, frogs, horses, he just loved his animals. One of our favourite memories was an outing to Bridlington and how Dylan at the age of 19 months, rode a donkey for the first time: he was laughing and smiling all the way through it and showed no fear. Dylan went to toddler groups and was always busy painting, cooking, drawing and playing. He loved the library van and couldn’t wait to get on it to choose the latest Noddy book. He was a precious brother to Paige and India, who loved him dearly. Paige would look after him, help at bath time, make sure he cleaned his teeth properly. Dylan would always be waiting for Paige as she came home from school, either inside the house or sat on the bench on the green. In fact Dylan would get very excited whenever his family came home. He had a wonderful telephone relationship with his ‘Nanny’ from Leicester, he loved talking to her and would always say ‘Bye Bye’ in a very adult way. Nanny and Uncle Gary were also responsible for keeping Dylan in an endless supply of chocolate buttons! He was such a happy little boy, never really seemed to get upset. He obviously had the odd tantrum as little boys do and he had to sit on the naughty step, but we could only manage to leave him there to the count of three. You could not be angry with him for long, because he would just look at you with his huge brown eyes and give you a smile. He was very laid back, took things in his stride, jolly, affectionate, funny, caring, full of energy and cheek! Everything a little boy should be. He loved being around people. One of his favourite games was playing ‘Boo’ behind the kitchen door. He would get so excited his legs would shake. He loved dancing to mobile phone ring tones and his favourite song was ‘Is this the way to Amarillo’, to which he would also reply, ‘nope’. He loved pushing India’s pink push chair around the house. He loved his ‘snugs’, milk and ‘num num’ (dummy), but absolutely hated wearing new shoes! In true male fashion, his favourite word was ‘cheers’ and he loved all those tastes normally excluded to adults, Guinness, beer, wine and curries. He would dip his dummy in and just wanted more. When we went out on family days out he would always shout ‘wheee’ when we were going down the Hill and then immediately look out for Gerald’s red tractor. If he saw it, it would then be ‘Daddy, tractor; Mummy, tractor; Paige, tractor; India tractor’ to which everyone would reply ‘yes Dylan’. One of his favourite places was the adventure playground at Belton House. The only way to get him off the swings was to offer him a ride on then train. He would wave at everyone all the way round. He saw a deer once and shouted ‘look Bumby’. Dylan touched so many people’s hearts and will never ever be forgotten. He was one in a million.