Today is Chance's Birthday

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

 Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful! 

Know what? Today is Chance's birthday. He's one year old, now. We don't know 'zactly what day he was born but it has been a year since we found him wrapped in the little green blankie right in front of our door. I am pretty sure that angels brought Chance to our house. Angels look after us. James says we all have guardian angels. They are with us but we can't see them 'cuz they're invisible. Chance thinks he's invisible when he closes his eyes. He's not. I can still see him. He just has his eyes closed.

I know what to do on happy birthdays. We have  happy birthday parties. This is how we do it. First, we get happy birthday hats to wear. Then we make a happy birthday cake and put happy birthday candles on it. Chance doesn't want happy birthday cake. He doesn't have any teeth, yet.

We made happy birthday pumpkin cookies instead of a happy birthday cake. Chance licks them. We get to eat happy birthday ice cream, too. Ice cream is yummy and that's one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide, you know.

We sing the Happy Birthday song. It goes like this-

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Chance,
Happy birthday to you.

Then we sing it in French.

Bonne fete a toi,
Bonne fete a toi,
Bonne fete cher Chance,
Bonne fete a toi.

Then Chance has to blow out the happy birthday candles and make a happy birthday wish but he can't say the wish out loud or it won't happen. It has to stay a secret. I don't know what Chance is wishing for but I hope he's wishing for lots and lots  of Smarties and that he will share them with his big brother. That's me! .  I l-o-v-e Smarties, don't you?

We give Chance our presents. I saved up my allowance and I got Chance some Play-Doh at Dollarama. I hope he doesn't try to eat it.

Chance puts everything in his mouth. That's 'cuz he's a wee little cubby and doesn't know you can't taste everything. One time Chance swallowed some pennies and James said, "You are a very funny looking piggy bank, Mister Chance. Indeed you are."

Chance just made little squeaky noises 'cuz he was happy. James said maybe Chance was copper deficient. I don't know what that means but I put my piggy bank way up on the top shelf. I don't want Chance to eat my pennies! He'd eat them all up!

James says we have to watch Chance like a hawk. That's so silly. We're not hawks. We're bear cubs. Bear cubs don't fly. Hawks can fly. Wow! If I were a hawk, I'd fly everywhere. That would be fun! Flying is even faster than riding my blue bike with the Canada flag on it. Know what?  I would fly over to your house!


Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed. 

This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Do good deeds every day. Be nice to your little brother so you can have some of his happy birthday cake and his happy birthday cookies and sing the Happy Birthday Song at his happy birthday party. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer, too.

 Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can eat happy birthday cookies together! We can eat and eat and eat until we're really stuffed! Okay! Over and out!"