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Showing posts with label toothbrush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toothbrush. Show all posts

Friday, April 06, 2007

Teething habits

Yesterday's scores:

  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 hooray!
  • Day Score: 8/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I've had an enquiry abowt my teeth, from Beth, in Missouri. First nails, now teeth. Hmmm... I'm beginning to wonder if she is checkin me over to match me up wiv sumwun...

Enyway, she writes:

Are you a good bear and brush your teeth daily? My little
granddaughter (addie) wanted to ask you that. She also asked if you have a special
toothbrush because she has a Little Mermaid toothbrush...


Donna! Onnistly! Arsking a Bear if he's good is like arsking a skunk if he smells. OK not the best comparison but yu get the idea. Or COURSE I'm good. An I hav to luk arfter my teeth or I wuddent be abol to eat Choklit Peanuts.

Addie's toothbrush sownds like wun Dilly wud like. I do have my own, as it happens, an yes, it is very speshol becos it featchures the lovley Lisa from The Simpsons. Heer's a pic ov me waiting owtside the bathroom for mummy to stop faffing arownd with face masks an stuff. (She duzz that becos of spots, but I keep telling her, they don't werk fer long: soon as she takes them off yu can see the spots agen.)

Photo: Onnistly, women! They shud leave a bench owtside the bathroom for the queue to sit on.

Here's a better shot of my deliteful toothbrush:


Photo: Ahhhh the luvley Lisa. She's luvley, yu know....

On ferst inspekshun it might seem rarther large fer a Small Bear. But I yews it as a normal brush, most of the time, for my fur, and then just nibble at the end wiv my teeth. Then I hav a kwick gargle wiv Ginger Ale an that's me dun. If ownly Mummy's ablushons wer as fast.

Speaking of ablushons, Daddy went to church tonight. Wunce a year they go on a Thirsday night an 12 of them get their feet washed. I arsked Daddy if they got him this year, but they didn't. So we'll hav to wait another 12 months for his feet to get washed. Mum sed that was sgusting. Girls can be soooo fussy.

Bye fer now!