Bear: Mom, I want in your lap.
Me: Sweetie, you really don’t fit in my lap anymore.
Bear: Of course I fit, let me up.
Me: Sure we can try (lifts Bear into my lap)
Bear: (One hind leg hanging down, both front paws on my chest) Mom! I’m falling!
Me: No you’re not, you just don’t fit anymore.
Bear: But I always fit in your lap (pulls his leg up and the other leg falls down) Mom!
Me: (slowly starts letting him down to the floor) How about I sit on the floor.
Bear: That’s no fun! (heads off to steal Betsy’s chew toy)
About 10 minutes later.
Bear: Mom! I want in your lap!
Mother! There are NO toys in the back yard!
I wonder there this one came from…
Me: Curling up in the recliner with my blanket
Bear: Blanket! (Runs over to grab the blanket to pull it off the chair)
Me: Bear, you are going to have a very grumpy Mom instead of a mostly grumpy Mom if you don’t leave my blanket alone (pulls the corner out of Bear’s mouth)
Bear: Blanket!!! (Grabs another section of blanket and starts pulling)
At this point the TV remote slides off my lap and onto the floor
Bear: Toy!!! (Drops the blanket, grabs the remote and runs at top speed to the back door)
Bear: I need out Mom, NOW!
Me: Give me the remote and you can go out
Bear: No! I need a toy to carry out
Me: Fine, but you aren’t taking the remote (has to catch Bear around his ribs and hold him to get the remote out of his mouth)
Bear: I don’t want to go out now!
Me: Of course not…
Bear, don’t eat the book
Bear, don’t eat the table leg
Bear, don’t eat the recliner
Bear, stop moving the rug (What is it about that rug?)
BEAR, the cats are NOT squeaky toys!
Betsy! Bear is not a squeaky toy!
Me: Hey Bear, come here and give me a Bear kiss I have some news for you
Bear: Foster Mom, I’m playing!
Me: We need to talk for a quick sec
Bear: Sigh, ok, what
Me: Well, you’ve found your family so you don’t have to worry about finding them any more.
Bear: But I haven’t met anyone, how can I have a family?
Me: Because I’ve decided you need to stay here, you can call me Mom now.
Bear: No more Foster Mom?
Me: No more Foster Mom.
Bear: (Jumps in my lap gives me a quick Bear kiss) Yarn!!!! (Grabs my knitting project and runs)
🙂 Bear has joined the family.
Me: (Hearing splashing noises) Bear, what are you doing?
Bear: (Standing with both front feet in the mostly full water dish) Getting a drink?
Me: Really? With your front feet?
Bear: Ummm Yeah (steps out of the dish and runs towards me) Foster Mom!!!
Me: Bear STOP.
Bear: What? You don’t want a Bear kiss????
Me: Not when the paws that come with that Bear kiss are dripping wet.
Bear: Foster Mom Toes!!!
Me: Bear STOP.
Me: You are being a pill.
Bear: At least I’m a cute pill! (wags tail)