Sweet Sunday

My son is wonderful. He has compassion and understanding for the human condition well beyond his 14 years. As proof, I offer you this:

Mancub: "Mom, I know you don't have a lot of money to give me gifts on Christmas Day, but I want you to know that I get a present from you everyday. You."

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  1. NotAMeanGirlDecember 14, 2008 at 6:09 PM

    You've got a great kid there! Must get it from his mom! :)

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  2. CatDecember 14, 2008 at 6:23 PM

    Awwwww...

    What a Little Sweetie!

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  3. TopSurfDecember 14, 2008 at 11:15 PM

    That says it all....Merry Christmas!

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  4. AnonymousDecember 14, 2008 at 11:29 PM

    That's what Christmas is all about. What a great kid!

    XXO

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  5. AnonymousDecember 15, 2008 at 7:45 AM

    AWWW!!!!!! That is too kind for words. He's right, and I bet you are so proud of him.

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  6. MarissaDecember 15, 2008 at 10:06 AM

    Thanks y'all. Mancub is just awesome. God blessed me big time.

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  7. AnonymousDecember 15, 2008 at 10:35 PM

    wileykat thinks this young man will grow up to be a fabulous man. Congratulations!

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