Bear-isms

It's been awhile since I've shared some of the joy that is Bear. Get ready for a heapin' dose of him!

As I was walking to my bathroom, I passed Bear on my bed playing a video game. "They didn't name him Johnny Cash for nothing!" Um, no, Bear, they sure didn't.

Watching So You Think You Can Dance, "Mama, Twitch & I are just alike. Except he's a bigger version of me....and a different color." Uh huh, those are the only differences, Bear.

Making Kool-Aid, "Hey, Mama, if the baseball or sport broadcasting careers don't work out, I can be a bartender! Look at me flip the bottle!" You sure can because all there is to tending bar is flipping the drinks, Bear!Walking past him in the hallway & noticing his shirt was off, "Mama, I got hot! It's the hair, I know it is!" As Lamb says, it's like Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite. Um, I think I should hide the shaver...

Because his hair is getting "long" and because he's desperate to get it cut, he's taken to making "porkchop" sideburns (the mirror image is the best for viewing) in the hope that I get really aggravated & take him to the barber. I tell him he's annoying the wrong parent. He knows his papa is the one to take care of that business. To aggravate him, tell him he looks like an elf when he does that. ;)
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