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"You know, Mommy," says Mr. Pants, happily buckling himself in for a trip to the grocery store, just him and me, "I was thinking about you the most at Christmas."
"Oh, thanks honey, I love you, too."
"Yeah, 'cause I really like you. I've liked you for, like, a lot of years."
"I've liked you for, like, a lot of years, too, sweetheart."
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Gotta love that Mr. Pants!
Posted by: mar mar | 02 January 2013 at 07:48 PM
Incredibly touching.
Posted by: Rita | 02 January 2013 at 07:53 PM