Christmas Day!

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? It's Christmas morning. We woke up real early.  Merry Christmas came to our house last night! She brought Santa with her. Santa ate the gingerbread persons we left him. Rudolph ate the carrots.

We had gummy worms in our porridge. Then James read us the Christmas story.  Mary and Joseph had to go to Ottawa and pay their taxes. They got there really late so they had to sleep in the barn on Sussex Drive.  The shepherds brought sheep and the little drummer boy and more sheep. The three wise guys followed the OnStar to the barn. They gave the newborn Baby Jesus gold and frankysense and Mir. I don't know why they gave him money 'cuz all the stores are closed on the Baby Jesus' birthday. I know what frankysense is. It smells good. I know what Mir is. It's dish soap. We find it in aisle four at the grocery store.

Then we opened our presents. I got Smarties. We got Spiderman spaghetti, too. We got paints and story books and I got a really BIG Canada flag to put on my blue bike. Chance got a soft blankie.

We gave James his presents. We gave him Merry Christmas sox.  I wrote a poem about the sox. Ready?

Sox
I like sox upon my feet,
They keep me warm,
I think they're neat.
The End!

I always say 'the end' so you know the poem is finished. James liked the poem and the sox, too.We gave James a bathrobe and chocolate from Belgium. Maybe we should have given some to all those poor starving children in Belgium. I bet they're really hungry. Belgium is pretty far away. It's not in O Canada. It's in YourUp.  We have to fly there. I don't know how to fly, yet. We don't learn to fly until Grade Four. I can't wait to learn to fly. Then I can be Charles, Supercub!

We visited our buddies Lulu and Lily. They're very special. They taught us new songs. They let us sing with their new microphones.

We got to sleep over with our friend Indy. That's short for Indiana Jones. She's a cat. She let us play with all her new toys. Indy is a calico cat. She likes to play Hide and Seek with us.

 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, "Merry Christmas and Joyeux Noel, good citizens! Peace on Earth. Mr. Tallyban has to sit on the Time Out Chair until he says 'sorry' for fighting. Sorry means he won't do it again. Enjoy Christmas. Eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can eat Spiderman spaghetti. I'll share! Okay! Over and out!"

The Time Out Chair is NOT a Fun Place to Sit

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, Grandpa 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!

This is me sitting on the Time Out Chair. I have to sit here because I did a naughty thing. I called Chance a 'chubby cubby.' I was just teasing him but it made him cry. I didn't mean to make Chance cry. Now, I feel really bad for what I did. I really am a very good bear cub. I just did a bad thing. I'm really sorry for what I did. I know what sorry means.  Sorry means I won't do it again.

I thought chubby cubby was  a funny name. It made me laugh 'cuz it rhymes, you know. Chubby Cubby! Chubby Cubby! We always call Chance 'cubby' 'cuz that's his nickname. Grandpa James says we don't say 'chubby cubby' because we don't make fun of the way our friends and buddies look. Chance can't help it if he's chubby. He's a newborn baby bear cub. He's supposed to be chubby. Grandpa James showed me my baby pictures. Know what? I was chubby, too. I said, "Sorry" to Chance and I hugged him but Grandpa James says I need to sit on the Time Out Chair and think. I have to sit here for five minutes. That's 'cuz I'm five years old. Five minutes is a long time.  I don't like to sit on the Time Out Chair. Thinking is hard. Thinking hurts.

Oh! No! I sure hope Santa Claus doesn't see me here! If he does, I might not get any presents. I don't want to be a naughty cub. Naughty cubs get lumps of coal for Christmas. I don't want coal for Christmas!  I want to be nice. Good citizens are nice. Good cubs get presents. I asked Santa for a Canada flag to put on my blue bicycle. I asked Santa for Smarties. Oh! Wait! I asked Santa for Spiderman, too.  It's only six days before Merry Christmas comes to our house. I'll have to be extra nice.

I know! I will be as nice as pie. I wonder what kind of pie is nicest? I could be as nice as apple pie. No! Wait! Banana cream pie!  No! Cherry pie is nicer. So is chocolate and peanut butter pie. Yeah. What about being as nice as lemon meringue pie?  Oh! Wait! Pumpkin? Raspberry? Strawberry? There are lots of different pies, aren't there?

 I'm thinking real hard. I know! I'll be as nice as bakeapple pie. Bakeapple pie is full of bakeapples. That's my favouritest pie in the whole wide world!  Bakeapples have a nickname, just like Chance has a nickname. Some folk call Chance 'Cubby' and some folks call bakeapples 'cloudberries.'

I l-o-v-e bakeapples. They're yummy and sweet. That's two of the four food groups in Canada's Food Guide. Okay, I'm done thinking, now. That was hard! You can see how hard it is to think when I have to sit on the Time Out Chair. When I get down I'll tell James I'm gonna be as nice as pie and ask him if we can make a bakeapple pie so I will share some with with Cubby. I hope my five minutes is up soon. Oh, wait! Chance doesn't have any teeth! He just drinks condensed owls' milk from his bottle but I can eat bakeapple pie for him! Yes, I can!

I know all about bakeapples. Miss Jackie taught us about them at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre. Bakeapples are good citizens who live in  Newfoundland and Labrador. I know where Newfoundland and Labrador is. It's the first province on the right. Newfoundland and Labrador are in O Canada, our home and favourite land. Bakeapples come to Windsor on the MV Clara and Joseph Smallwood. Cloudberries have to come here on the boat 'cuz they can't swim, you know. I don't think they have arms.

 Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? Grandpa James is hollering, "Five minutes is up! 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. Don't call your friends and buddies names that aren't nice. That's not what good citizens do. Good citizens get to pick bakeapples and eat bakeapple pie. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can bake a pie together. We can watch for Merry Christmas to come! Okay! Over and out!"

Our Visit with Dr. Greg

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? We're visiting Dr. Greg. He's a dentist. I know what dentists do. They are tooth doctors. Dr. Greg is very nice. He says I have a cavity. Cavities are bad. They are little holes. They come when we don't brush and frost after eating Smarties and and wallermelon and drinking root beer. Sugar isn't nice to our teeth.

Dr. Greg says, "This will pinch a little bit. He puts my mouth to sleep so he can chase away the cavity. I'm very brave. I hold very still and almost don't cry at all. That's 'cuz I'm five and Chance is watching. I have to be brave for Chance, you know. I set a good example. When we're all done, I get a really pretty sticker! Chance gets one, too. We'll be back to see Dr. Greg and Miss Donna in January. Remember to be true to your teeth or they will be false to you!

I could be a dentist you know. I would say, "Open wider, please" and "turn your head this way." Then I would use the drill to chase away the cavities. Cavities would be afraid of Dr. Charles. I would give all the brave little bear cubs stickers and Spiderman toothpaste and Ninja toothbrushes, too.

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. Brush and frost your teeth every time you eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can brush and frost together! Over and out!"

Our Visit with Miss Donna at the Dentist's Office

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? Chance and me are visiting Dr. Greg and Miss Donna. He is a dentist. I know what a dentist is. He looks at our teeth 'cuz he's a tooth doctor.

Today Miss Donna is cleaning my teeth. I brush my teeth after every meal with Spiderman toothpaste and my Ninja toothbrush. Oh! Wait! Then I frost them with the little green string. Two times a year I get my toofies cleaned by Miss Donna. She's the boss of tooth cleaning. She's very nice. She has a nice laugh. She might be a princess, you know.

Chance doesn't have to get his teeth cleaned 'cuz he doesn't have any. He's a wee little thing, a newborn cubby.  He just drinks condensed owls' milk in his bottle.

Miss Donna checks Chance's gums. She says they're healthy gums. That's good. I don't know where unhealthy gums go. Maybe they go to a gum hospital. Maybe we could ride in an ambulance to the gum hospital and we can make siren noises!  I'll ask James. He knows lots of things. He'll know, for sure!

Miss Donna gave us stickers 'cuz we're brave. Well, I was brave. Chance climbed up on top of the light and Miss Donna had to get him down. Chance climbs on everything he can. He took off his diaper, too. He really is a handful, you know.



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. Brush you teeth and frost them, too. Then you can eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh. Then you have to brush and frost some more. Know what?  Be true to you teeth or they will be false to you!   Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can brush and frost together!  Okay! Over and out!"

My Yummy and Scarrrry Dream

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? I had a yummy dream last night. I dreamt that Chance and me were eating BIG gyro sandwiches with lots and lots of garlic sauce and hot sauce, too. I l-o-v-e gyros.  They come from Greece. That's a far away place. We can't go there on VIA Rail. Good thing gyros can come to our house. Gyros are yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide, you know.

Then I dreamt that Chance and me got inside the sandwiches! I was afraid somebody might eat us all up and I woke up afraid! I accidentally woke up Chance. I must have made a lot of noise 'cuz Chance could sleep through an atomic bomb.  James says I had a nightmare. It's a bad, bad dream. He put on our Spiderman night light and held us real tight until we went back to sleep. I'm sure glad James is our buddy. He keeps us safe.

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 and be kind to your neighbours, friends and buddies. Good citizens get to eat Smarties and drink root beer. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can eat gyros together, too! Pass the hot sauce and the garlic sauce, please. Okay! Over and out!"

Wallermelon Kool-Aid

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. I  help him remember. This morning he forgot his own name!  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? I get to eat wallermelon for breakfast. That's different from porridge with gummy worms. I l-o-v-e wallermelon! It's yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. Wallermelon is a fruit. We grow wallermelons in Windsor and Essex County, you know.

Yesterday we went on the Ambassador Bridge to Detroit. That's in the Knighted States. We went with James and our buddy Elizabeth. She's from T.O. That means Toronto. When we got to the Knighted States we went to Ryan's Supermercado in Mexicantown. Know what I got? I got  wallermelon-flavoured Kool-Aid. Wow! I can't wait to drink it. I will stir it up with water. James says I'm the MiniSTIR of Stirring. Then he will put it in my sippy cup. You know, that's the  blue cup with Spiderman on it. I l-o-v-e wallermelon Kool-Aid. Chance will get some in his bottle. Good citizens get to eat wallermelons and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid.

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, too! We're handsome bear cubs! We're Sons of Windsor! We're Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James! We wanna get our ears tickled and our noses kissed. We want wallermelon Kool-Aid!


This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Help people remember things. Then you can eat wallermelons and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid. Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and drink wallermelon Kool-Aid with us! We can dig big holes in the back yard and climb trees, too! Okay! Over and out!"

Speedy Ca$h

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's forgetful and really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I have to help him remember. He went to Canada Post this morning. Canada Post isn't even open on Sundays! 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? Saturday night Chance and me went to Mackenzie Hall to see S eedy Ca$h. It's a play. I know what a play is. It's a story that is acted out. It's as much fun as reading. I love plays. James says it's theatre.  James is in S eedy Ca$h. He says things that make people laugh. Our buddies Jay and Joey and Aaron and Chris are in the play, too. They make everybody laugh, too. We laughed right out loud! Chance doesn't really laugh 'cuz he's too little. He makes squeaky noises when he's happy. He made a lot of squeaky noises during the play. He took off his diaper and tried to climb on stage. I said, "Come down here this instant, my son!" I had to go get him down. He's a real handful, you know.

After the play we all went to Rock Bottom. I got to sit with Kathryn and Brian. Then I sat between Sarah and Shannon. Mark tickled Chance's ears and made him laugh. We got to sit with Wayne and Rob and Darryl and Chris and Elizabeth. They are all pretty good buddies, you know.

Know what? I got to drink root beer out of my sippy cup with Spiderman on it. Chance got to drink root beer out of his bottle. We l-o-v-e root beer. Good citizens get to drink root beer. It's yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. I'm glad we're good citizens.

We got home at midnight! That's really, really late. I never stayed up so late before. James heard our bedtime prayers and tucked us in for the night. I fell asleep before he finished reading our bedtime story 'cuz my eyes wouldn't stay open anymore. I am sure he said, "Good night, my handsome bear cubs. Sweet dreams, my Sons of Windsor. Sleep well, my Princes of Ontario." I am sure he tickled our ears and kissed our noses, too. James always does that.

This is me Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Be nice to people. Smile and laugh when you're at the theatre.  Then you can come to Rock Bottom with us and drink root beer. Over and zzzzzzzzz."

Dreaming of Tanner

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's old and forgetful, so 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.

Know what? When James tucks us into bed he always says, "Good night  my handsome bear cubs,  sweet dreams you Princes of Windsor." I had a dream last night. I dreamt that Chance and me were playing Hide & Go Seek with Tanner. Tanner's a big 'ole yeller dog who lives with his buddies Shaun and Jay. I didn't know I could have dreams about Tanner. Tanner was my bestest friend but he died of cancer at Christmas. I sure do miss him a lot. I'm glad I had the dream about Tanner. I wonder of Chance has dreams. Probably not 'cuz he's too little. He's so little he doesn't have a tail. He doesn't even have teeth!

Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs?" That's me! Charles. That's Chance. We're gonna find James so he can tickle our ears and kiss our noses. I can smell porridge. I l-o-v-e porridge. Today I'm gonna put red gummy worms in my porridge. Gummy worms are yummy and that's one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide.  Chance can't eat gummy worms. He drinks condensed owls' milk in his bottle. I don't have a bottle. I'm five, you know. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it. Okay! We gotta go! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "When you got to sleep tonight, "Good night to all my buddies and friends and sweet dreams! Over and out!"

Austrian Measles

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

Know what? We're sick. We woke up this morning and Chance and me are all covered in red spots! Our ears hurt. We have fevers. We're coughing and our noses won't stop running. Our tummies hurt. I don't want to eat anything--especially porridge with gummy worms. Chance pushed his bottle of condensed owls' milk away. He sneezed on me. Yucky! James says it looks like were gonna be sick for a while. He says it looks like we got Austrian measles. I don't know who Austrian is but it wasn't very nice of him to give us measles. I know how to share but this is not a good kind of sharing. Austrian is not a good citizen.

James brings us Canada Dry. He says, "Try to drink a little bit." I drink mine out of my sippy cup with Spiderman out of it. Chance is drinking out of his bottle. It hurts to drink. My throat hurts.
James crawls into bed with us and holds us. He's singing our bedtime song, "No Bears Out Tonight." Chance is asleep, already. Know what? I'm pretty sleepy. I think I heard James whisper, "Good night my sons of Windsor, good night you Princes of Ontario." This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens and share--but watch out for Austrian!"

Sick Day

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, Special Ed James. He rides to school on a short bus, so 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.

Know what? We don't feel very good. Chance is hot. I am hot. Special Ed James took our temperature. He says we have fevers. I don't like fevers. They make me feel awful. My tummy hurts. Chance throwed up. I'm dizzy, like when we spin the big green comfy old man chair in the living room. Special Ed James gave us Canada Dry to drink. I drank mine out of my Spiderman sippy cup. Chance drank his out of a bottle. He's too little for a sippy cup. We had to swallow a pill for the fever. If we don't feel better soon, Special Ed James says we will go to the Sandwich Community Health Centre and see Nurse Megan and Dr. Blanchard.

Special Ed James is whispering, "Where's my sick bear cubs?" That's us, Charles and Chance. He tucks us into bed and is going to hold us tight until we fall asleep. This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Don't get sick. It's not fun at all."

Christmas Eve, the Time Out Chair and the Lympic Torch

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

Know what? I'm not supposed to have anything to drink when I'm on the computer. It's a rule. I'm only supposed to drink out of my sippy cup with Spiderman on it. That's another rule. I forgot. I spilled my apple juice all over the computer. It wouldn't work anymore. I had to sit on the Time Out Chair and think about what I did. I don't like to think. It's hard work! I feel bad and I'm sorry. What if Santa takes me off his list? Oh! No! James sat me on his lap. We had a little talk. I promised to be remember better. He tickled my ears and my tummy and made me laugh right out loud. He kissed my nose.  James forgave me. I'm glad. He's a pretty good buddy.

Know what else? We saw the Lympic Torch. It came right past our house! It's big! The Lympic Torch is going to Sarnia next and then to London. We go to London on the train. I love VIA Rail. The Lympic Torch is going to Vancouver for the Lympic Games. We could go there and the train would take us.

Chance and me put another sticker on the calendar. When we wake up tomorrow it will be Christmas! I can hardly wait! This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Merry Christmas, everybody! Merry, merry Christmas! Over and out!"

Chance Takes a Bath

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, Special Ed James. He rides to school on a short bus, so 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.

Chance climbed into the kitchen sink. He wants his bath. He wants me to get in with him. I used to get my bath in the sink when I was a wee little cubby but now I'm too big! That's 'cuz I'm five. I'm a growing bear cub. Bear cubs need to eat lots of good foods to be strong and healthy. I know the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. There is yummy, sticky, sweet and nasty. I don't like broccolis. They're nasty. I hate sauerkrauts, too.

Know what? I like porridge with gummy worms in it. That's yummy! Chance doesn't have any teeth. He drinks out of a bottle. I don't. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it.
When I grow up I want to be a superhero. I know! could be Bathman!


It's fun to help Chance take a bath. I hear Special Ed James hollering, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Where's my handsome bear cubs? Who needs a bath?" That's me! I'm a handsome bear cub! Chance is a handsome bear cub, too!

We're gonna put another sticker on the calendar. It's only 11 days before Santa and Merry Christmas come to our house! This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Good-bye for now! Be good citizens and take a bath! Over and out!"

Crackers and Peanut Butter

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He forgets lots of things. He says that's 'cuz he's old. He remembers the invention of time. That's a long time ago! He must be 20!   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.

Know what? We got peanut butter and crackers. I l-o-v-e peanut butter and crackers. They're yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. We're eating crackers in bed. We're not supposed to eat in bed unless we're sick. Chance doesn't really eat. He's too little. He has to grow some teeth. Chance drinks condensed owls' milk out of his bottle. I'm five, you know. I'm too big for a bottle. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it. Crackers and peanut butter taste better in bed.


Oh. Wait! I hear James! He's hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are you, Sons of Windsor, my Princes of Ontario?  Oh! My! Who's eating crackers and peanut butter in bed? I'm gonna get you! Oh! No! We might be in trouble! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Eat crackers and peanut butter in the kitchen. Bye for now!"

Keeping In Touch

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

Look at me! I know how to use a computer. I am sending you an e-mail. It is a good way to find out what you're doing.  James says it is good keep in touch with our friends and buddies. We know how to do that. We keep in touch lots of ways. We talk to our friends and buddies. Then we don't have to type. We talk to some folks every day, like  James and God. I can type but I don't have thumbs. I wonder if I will grow some when I'm older. I hope so. Then I won't need to use both paws to hold my sippy cup with Spiderman on it. Chance is watching me. He climbs on everything. We're going to go outside and climb the maple tree and eat licorice and peanut butter sandwiches. Chance can't eat licorice and peanut butter sandwiches. He drinks out of a bottle. That's cuz he's little. If I had pockets I could climb up the tree and carry his bottle and the sandwiches. I wonder if I will grow pockets. I want thumbs and pockets. Good idea! I want them for my birthday. That's on Canada Day, you know. Know what? Chance doesn't have a tail but he will grow one.  James said so.

Oh! Did you hear that?  James is hollering, "Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor and the Princes of Ontario?" That's us! Charles and Chance! We're gonna run find  James so he can kiss our noses and tickle our ears and make us laugh right out loud. Okay. We gotta go. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Over and out!" PS: Be good citizens and keep in touch with your friends and buddies! Good citizens get to drink root beer and eat Smarties! PSS: Don't forget, you have to eat the red Smarties last. It's a rule.

Thirsty

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He is 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.

Know what? We're thirsty. I'm showing Chance how to drink out of the toilet bowl. SJames says I shouldn't do that--that it's nasty. Know what? He drinks out of the milk carton. Now, that's nasty. Chance isn't very good at this. He's really little. If he falls in I hope he can swim. I can drink out of the sink in the kitchen. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it. Sometimes it's fun to drink out of the toilet. I can splash water and float my boats, too. Oh, no! Chance has fallen in! I'd better get him out of there and dry him off before he gets into trouble! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Learn how to swim! Over and out!"

Thinking

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He's old and forgetful. He loses things. This morning he lost his sox. 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 have to look after him, too.

Know what? I'm thinking. Thinking on the back step next to my blue bike is more fun that sitting on the Time Out Chair to think. When that happens, I'm supposed to think about being a good citizen and not doing bad things. I don't like the Time Out Chair very much.

I'm thinking about fun things to do today. We could ride our bikes up and down Sandwich Street and make siren noises. That's fun. We could climb up in the maple tree and watch people. That's fun. I know! We can dig really big holes in the back yard! We can play Spiderman! Thinking is fun!

Know what? Thinking makes me hungry. I'm gonna go find James and see if we can make some peanut butter and licorice sandwiches. Yeah. That sounds good! Chance can't eat peanut butter and licorice sandwiches 'cuz he doesn't have any teeth, yet.  He drinks condensed owls' milk. Maybe we can put peanut butter and licorice in the blender and add it to his milk! Yeah! Good idea! Okay! I gotta go now. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, Be good citizens and have lots of fun today.  Over and out!"

Counting

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's old and forgetful. Today he lost his marbles. I found them. They were in the fridge!   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.

Know what? Chance doesn't have any teeth and he can't talk. He doesn't even have a tail, yet! I have a tail. I'm five, you know. Chance drinks condensed owls' milk out of a bottle. I don't need a bottle. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it. I like Spiderman, don't you?

Know what I'm doing? I'm counting up all my money. I keep all my coins in my red Canada Post piggy bank and when it's full we go to Speedy Money and trade all the pennies and nickels and dimes and quarters and loonies and toonies for paper money. Chance tries to help but he's too little to count. Besides, he eats the coins. He ate $4.67 before I could stop him!

James says we'll get the money back, we just have to wait for Chance to have a good poo. He says that there's no danger of Chance being copper deficient. I don't know what that means but I'm not looking through a diaper full of poo. That's nasty! Chance makes little squawky noises when he's hungry or his diaper is full. Then he's stinky and needs a bath. Chance shouldn't eat money! Money isn't a food group and it's not in the Canada Food Guide! When we're done here we're gonna go to Mac's Milk and say 'Hi' to Wendy and Ricky and Ruth and Sam. We can get gummy worms and Smarties. Maybe James will eat some, too. It's okay to eat gummy worms and Smarties. I know how to share 'cuz I'm a good citizen. Gotta go! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, 'Over and out!'

My Dream About a Lion Hunt

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's old and forgetful. This morning he forgot my name!   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 have to look after him, too.

Chance is really little. He doesn't have any teeth and he can't talk. He doesn't even have a tail, yet!
I have a tail. I'm five, you know. Chance drinks condensed owls' milk out of a bottle. I don't need a bottle. I have a sippy cup with Spiderman on it.

Know what? Last night after we had our bedtime story, said our prayers and went to sleep I had a dream. I dreamt I was hunting lions in the living room. I l-o-v-e to hunt for lions. It's the funnest game. Every time I would sneak up on the lion and get ready to catch him, guess what? There wasn't any lion, it was Chance. That was my dream. Today we can go outside and play lion hunt. We can hide in the cedar hedge and pretend that cats and squirrels are lions. Yeah. That's a good idea. Lion Hunt! Chance will have to be very quiet. He makes little squeaky noises when he's happy and excited. Then the lions will run and hide. Okay. I gotta go get my safari helmet and my space ray gun. I'm gonna catch a zillion lions! Be good citizens and catch lots of lions today. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying,

Goin' on a lion hunt
One, two, three!'
Goin' on a lion hunt,
Can't catch me!

Over and out!"

Growing Up & Grapes

Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. Oh. Wait. Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby. I found him in a basket on our doorstep. We're a family. We look after each other.

Chance is a wee little thing. He doesn't have any teeth and he can't even talk but he can sure climb. Chance doesn't feel good today. He's cranky. When he's cranky he makes little squawky noises. Chance is taking a nap.

Know what? I'm outside. I'm five. I know how to play by myself. I'm growing up. Every day I get bigger and stronger cuz I eat my porridge and all the other good foods in the Canada Food Guide--except broccolis. They're nasty. Look! These are baby grapes. They don't taste good now, but when they grow up we can eat them. I l-o-v-e grapes. They're yummy. Chance can't eat grapes but he can drink grape juice from his bottle. I wonder what grapes eat to grow big and strong. If they like Smarties, I can share some with them. I hope Chance feels better when he wakes up from his nap. I want to play with him. We could play Hide & Seek. No. Wait. We can play Spiderman. Yeah. That's what we will do! I'm gonna go wake him up and see if he feels better.

Okay! I gotta go. Eat your porridge and grow up big and strong. Drink grape juice! That makes you a good citizen. This is me, Charles, saying 'over and out!'

Bath Time & Bedtime

Hi. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. I look after him 'cuz he's forgetful and really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark. He must be 20! I'm five, you know. My birthday is on Canada Day.

Oh, Wait!  I found a newborn cubby on the doorstep. He lives with us, too. He's really tiny. His name is Chance cuz every time I used to ask if I could have a little brother, James would say, "Fat chance Charles, you're a handful!"

Every night Chance and me get into the bathtub and James scrubs us down. We l-o-v-e to play in the tub. We make purple bubbles with our bubble bath. I share my firetruck, my rubber duckies and my boat with Chance. Sharing is what good citizens do.

Good citizens get to eat Smarties and wallermelon. When we're done with our baths,  James dries us off and reads us a bedtime story. Then we say our prayers. Chance doesn't pray. He's too little to talk. He  makes squeaky noises when he's happy.  James tucks us into bed. He says, "Good night my handsome bear cubs. Good night my Sons of Windsor. Good night my Princes of Ontario. Then we fall asleep.

Know what? We have a Spiderman nightlight in case we wake up in the dark. Bath time and bedtime are the bestest part of the day! I'm awful sleepy, so good-night. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub, saying, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.