Making Sleepies

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He's old and forgetful. I have to look after him. 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 him, too. That's what families do.

Know what? Chance is sleeping. He sleeps a lot. That's cuz he's really little. He doesn't even have a tail, yet! I sing songs to him and he falls asleep. His favourite song is No Bears Out Tonight.  James taught me the song. He sits in the rocking chair and holds us tight and kisses our noses and sings. Know what? I will sing it for you, now.

No bears out tonight.
No bears out tonight.
No bears out tonight.
They've all gone to sleep.

I bet you're sleepy now, aren't you? I know I am. Okay. My eyes don't want to stay open. It's bedtime. I'm gonna take Chance and we're gonna find  James so we can have our bedtime story, say our prayers, sing the bear song and make sleepies.This is me, Charles the Bear Cub, saying, "Be good citizens. Sing songs, brush your teeth and say your prayers before you go to bed. Good zzzZZZZ!'

My Baby Pictures

Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub when I was a newborn cubby. I'm five years old now and I live with  James on Sparkle Road.

See this picture? This is me, Charles, when I was a newborn cubby. James opened the door one morning and there I was--in a basket! I don't know who left me there but I am glad  James took me inside. I was really tiny! Wow! I didn't know I was that small. My fur was lighter, too. Look! I drank out of a bottle!

Now I drink out of a sippy cup but I have to use both paws 'cuz I don't have thumbs. Know what? Some bear cubs have mother bears and father bears but I have  James. He's my family. He used to look after me when I was little. Now, I look after him. That's what families do.

Do you have baby pictures? They're fun to look at 'cuz remembering is fun. Remembering is not hard like thinking. Especially if I have to think while sitting on the Time Out Chair. I hate thinking.

Okay. I gotta go 'cuz James is hollering, "Who's a handsome bear cub?" That's me, Charles--the BIG Charles--not the little cubby in the pictures. I'm gonna run find  James and let him tickle my ears and kiss my nose so I can laugh right out loud. Bye for now. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub, over and out!