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Said Fisherman Bear in Little Bear's mind and Little Bear responded back.
Little Bear: (giggle) Yeah, I know.
Mother Bear: Little Bear, it's time for your breakfast.
Little Bear: Is Father Bear making his famous flying flapjacks, Mother Bear?
Mother Bear: Yes he is and I'll get your baby bottle ready to go with it. And after breakfast, Father Bear and I remade your old baby cradle in the living room for you to lay in.
| koda20 wrote: |
Said Fisherman Bear in Little Bear's mind and Little Bear responded back. Little Bear: (giggle) Yeah, I know. Mother Bear: Little Bear, it's time for your breakfast. Little Bear: Is Father Bear making his famous flying flapjacks, Mother Bear? Mother Bear: Yes he is and I'll get your baby bottle ready to go with it. And after breakfast, Father Bear and I remade your old baby cradle in the living room for you to lay in. |
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In the kitchen, Father Bear have just finish cooking his flying flapjacks for Little Bear, place them on the plate and set them on the table.
Father Bear: There, my famous flying flapjacks are ready.
Little Bear walked/waddled from his room to the kitchen, sat down his diapered bum on the chair, got to the table and let Father Bear pour some syrup on his flapjacks.
Little Bear: Thank you, Father Bear!
Father Bear: you're welcome, Little Bear.
Mother Bear came and got his baby bottle ready to go with his flapjacks and set it on the table. Then she took out Little Bear's old but perfectly clean bib, set it and tie it gently around his neck despite Little Bear is still a big cub.
Mother Bear: There you go my big baby Little Bear. Now eat your flapjacks.
Little Bear: Yes, Mother Bear! Since I can still feed myself with big cub food and you and Father Bear can feed me with baby food.
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In the kitchen, Father Bear have just finish cooking his flying flapjacks for Little Bear, place them on the plate and set them on the table. Father Bear: There, my famous flying flapjacks are ready. Little Bear walked/waddled from his room to the kitchen, sat down his diapered bum on the chair, got to the table and let Father Bear pour some syrup on his flapjacks. Little Bear: Thank you, Father Bear! Father Bear: your welcome, Little Bear. Mother Bear came and got his baby bottle ready to go with his flapjacks and set it on the table. Then she took out Little Bear's old but perfectly clean bib, set it and tie it gently around his neck despite Little Bear is still a big cub. Mother Bear: There you go my big baby Little Bear. Now eat your flapjacks. Little Bear: Yes, Mother Bear! Since I can still feed myself with big cub food and you and Father Bear can feed me with baby food. |
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Mother Bear place and layed Little Bear in the now big baby cradle and started gently rocking him with her free right paw.
Little Bear: (giggle) Not sleepy!
Mother Bear: Does my "baby" want Mother Bear to sing a lullaby?
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Mother Bear place and layed Little Bear in the now big baby cradle and started gently rocking him with her free right hand. Little Bear: (giggle) Not sleepy! Mother Bear: Does my "baby" want Mother Bear to sing a lullaby? |
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Little Bear remove his thumb from his mouth.
Little Bear: Still not sleepy yet. But I love laying in my cradle while you're rocking me in it and singing a lullaby to me, Mother Bear.
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Little Bear remove his thumb from his mouth. Little Bear: Still not sleepy yet. But I love laying in my cradle while you're rocking me in it and singing a lullaby to me, Mother Bear. |
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Mother Bear started singing a different lullaby to Little Bear while she continue rocking the cradle.
Mother Bear: (singing) Rock-a-bye Baby Little Bear, in the cradle. You are a big boy, but also as well now a baby cub. I'll change your diaper, after you make a stinky boom boom and come to Mother Bear for me to rock you to sleep and all.
Father Bear smiled and laugh that his wife made up a funny but also cute lullaby for Little Bear.
Little Bear: (yawn) I go sleep now.
Little Bear suck on his thumb again and close his eyes off to dream land. Mother Bear stop rocking the cradle and gave the sleepy baby Little Bear a kiss.
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| Mother Bear with Little Bear in her arms and Father Bear went to their bedroom and there was the square shape wooden playpen next to Mother Bear's side of her bed. At the bottom of the playpen is a comfy soft mat with a few of Little Bear's old baby toys. Little Bear: Did I used to be in that playpen when I was really a baby cub back then? |
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Little Bear: Interesting!
Mother Bear put Little Bear in the playpen.
Mother Bear: In you go.
Little Bear layed down his diapered bottom on the soft mat, sitting and spreading his legs in a V shape position and putting his paws down on the floor mat.
Little Bear: Okay, now what other baby stuff I use to do in the playpen?
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| Little Bear: Interesting! Mother Bear put Little Bear in the playpen. Mother Bear: In you go. Little Bear layed down his diapered bottom on the soft mat, sitting and spreading his legs in a V shape position and putting his hands down on the floor mat. Little Bear: Okay, now what other baby stuff I use to do in the playpen? |
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Hearing what Father Bear said, Little Bear made some baby noises while shaking his rattle and wiggling his toes.
Little Bear: Googaa goo baba baby me coo ba Little diapie gaagaa Bear goo.
Mother Bear: Awwww, isn't it cute that you're just being like a baby again.
Little Bear: Googoo... I mean thanks Mother Bear.
Father Bear: Now you enjoy reliving your baby days here while Mother Bear and I have some things to do around the house.
Little Bear nodded.
Mother Bear: Since you're still old enough, you can get in and out of your playpen if you want.
Little Bear: True, but I won't anyway at this point.
Mother Bear and Father Bear left Little Bear in the playpen alone in their room for them to do their usual house chores. Mother Bear shortly return to ask him somthing important.
Mother Bear: Will come back to check on you if you need anything or not. But you can still do some big boy cub stuff, okay?
Little Bear: Okay! But I can pretend to cry like a baby to call you if you want.
Mother Bear: Of course but that is up to you.
Mother Bear gave Little Bear a kiss on his head and left him alone to do her chores. Little Bear while still in the playpen layed down on his back, waving his legs and feet in the air, shaking his rattle with his right arm and suck on his thumb with his left arm reliving most of his infant days.
