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| Alan is our server at Piccolo's. His job is important. He tells the chef what I want to eat for lunch. The food is so yummy, I want to eat everything! |
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!
Guess what? We're at Piccolo's! Every time Grandpa Reid and Nana Margaret come to visit we go to Piccolo's to eat lunch. Piccolo's has Italian food. Grandpa James says Italian food comes from Italy but we can't believe him 'cuz he makes up stuff all the time. I know where Italian food really comes from. It comes from the kitchen!
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| Look, quick before it's gone! Lasagna gets eaten up really fast! |
Grandpa James always eats lasagna. Lasagna is yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in Canada's Food Guide, you know.
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| Over the lips and through the gums, look out tummy, eggplant Parmesan, here it comes! |
Grandpa Reid and Nana Margaret like the eggplant Parmesan. We all like the Garlic Fingers. I could eat them all day! I hold one up high in the air and I say, "Look out, Garlic Finger! I'm gonna eat you a-l-l up! And then I do! Grandpa James says, "Charles don't eat like a pig." I'm not a pig, I'm a bear cub. Grandpa James says silly things sometimes.
Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? Grandpa 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 Grandpa James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.
This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Be kind to friends and neighbours. Then you can eat Garlic Fingers and lasagna, too. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can go to Piccalo's together! Okay! Over and out!"
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