Showing posts with label bottle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bottle. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

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!"

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Hide & Seek is a Fun Game


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. I have to look after him 'cuz he's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark. He must be 20 years old!  Oh, wait. Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left on our doorstep one morning. He's a wee little thing. I have to look after him, too.

Chance can only drink condensed owls' milk for a bottle. Know why? Cuz he doesn't have any teeth. He can't talk! He makes squeaky noises when he's happy and squawky noises when he's hungry or has poo in his diaper. He's stinky, then. We're playing Hide & Seek. Chance has to hide and I count to 100. I count, "One elephant, two elephants, three elephants..." all the way up to 100. I'm five. I can count real high.

I'm looking for Chance. He's not a good hider. He should be easy to find. I've looked under the bed and in the closet. He's not under the chesterfield. One time Chance hid in the microwave oven. That is not a good place to hide, you know. I'll keep looking until I find him. Then he will be 'it' and I will hide.

Chance never finds me. He has to get James to help him. Know what? I l-o-v-e to play Hide & Seek. It's the funnest game. When I get found, we get to eat Smarties. I always sort them out and eat the red ones last. It's a rule you know. I gotta go find Chance. I bet he's hiding in the dirty clothes hamper. Yeah. I'll look there. Okay. Have fun today. Hope you play Hide & Seek! This is me, Charles, saying 'over and out!'

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Picking Up Trash & Potato Salad



Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. 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. He must be 20 years old!  I look after him. I'm five, you know. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby I found on our doorstep one morning. He's a wee little thing and I look after him, too.

Look at me! I'm picking up trash and putting it in the bin. That's what good citizens do. Chance and  James help, too. Good citizens get to eat Smarties and wallermelons. They're yummy and that's one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. Then we write about what we did so you can see it, too.

Know what? We had a big storm last night. The wind knocked down trees and smashed up cars. Wow! Know what? We're having potato salad for lunch. My buddy Jay made it. I l-o-v-e potato salad. I know what goes in potato salad--potatoes and salads! I bet I could cook potato salad all by myself. Maybe I could add some Smarties and some apple juice. Yeah. I bet that would taste really yummy!

Chance is too little to eat potato salad. I wonder if he could drink some out of his bottle. Know what? Chance has to wear a diaper cuz he's a newborn cubby. When he poos he makes little squawky noises. That means he's unhappy. When we change his diaper he's really stinky! I don't need a diaper. I know how to use the washroom all by myself. Chance makes squeaky noises when he's happy. I'm gonna go find him and holler, "Who's a handsome bear cub? Where is the Son of Windsor? Where is my Prince of Ontario?" Then I will tickle his ears, kiss his nose and make him laugh right out loud! Okay! This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Pick up trash. Good citizens get to eat potato salad. Okay!  Over and out!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

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!