Me: Bear did you notice I am cleaning the kitchen
Bear: uh no
Me: Didn’t you wonder why I was walking back and forth in the same area?
Bear: Nope, it made it easy for me to find a place to lay down
Me: What happens when I step on you because you are in the middle of my path?
Bear: Foster Mom, you would never step on me
Me: Sigh. Ok, who exactly do you think is going to foster you when I end up in the hospital because I “didn’t” step on you?
Bear: Foster Mom, you’re funny (stretches out on his back)
