Showing posts with label bubble bath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bubble bath. Show all posts

Monday, January 11, 2010

Kitchen Sink


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.  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 and me are in the kitchen sink. Chance wants us to play in the water. Know what? I'm too big to fit in the sink. I used to fit when I was a wee little cubby, but not now. I'm five. Chance fits 'cuz he's a newborn and very small. If we're gonna take a bath together and play we need to bath in the tub. We got bath toys like fire trucks and rubber duckies. We got purple bubble bath. It makes bubbles everywhere!

 Ed James is hollering, "Come here you Sons of Windsor! Come here you Princes of Ontario! Where's my handsome bear cubs? Who wants to play in the bath tub? Time to get clean!" We do! We're handsome bear cubs. We wanna play in the tub! Okay! We gotta go find James so he can tickle our ears and kiss our noses and make mountains of soap bubbles! This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens! Be clean! Stay clean! Make purple bubbles in the bathtub! Over and out!"

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Sitting in the Time Out Chair


Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He forgets lots of things. That's cuz he's really old. He says he's older than dirt. Wow! He must be 20! That's really old.  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 sitting on the Time Out Chair. That's because we ate peanut butter and crackers in bed. 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 not supposed to eat crackers in bed.  James says I didn't obey the rule. Chance had to have a bubble bath cuz he got all sticky. The bed had to be changed. Now I have to sit here and think about what I did. I don't like to sit here. I don't like to think. Chance should sit here too but James says Chance doesn't know any better and I do. I have to be a good example. That's not fair. I have to sit here for five minutes cuz I'm five, you know.


James sits in the chair and puts me on his lap. He says, "Okay, Charles. Five minutes is up. What did you think about?" I tell him I'm sorry and I won't eat peanut butter and crackers in bed any more. He gives me a big bear hug and tickles my ears. "Oh, Charles, you're a real handful." He kisses my nose and says, "Be a good citizen and go play." I want to be a good citizen. Good citizens get wallermelon and root beer and oh! wait! We get presents from Santa and Merry Christmas if we're on our best behaviour. Okay! I gotta go. This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Don't eat peanut butter and crackers in bed! Over and out!"

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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.