I was kidding E Bear last night about “throwing Shobe (little sister) away”.  Our conversation went like this:

Mama Bear:  E, throw na natin Shobe sa trash can.  (Let’s throw Shobe in the trash can.)

E Bear: Nooooo

Mama Bear:  Why?

E Bear:  Because Shobe is not tissue!

LOL!

Well I was pretty persistent, so I continued with the thread:

Mama Bear:  Let’s let Shobe sleep with Tata downstairs nalang.  (Tata is our dog.  She sleeps in our garage)

E Bear:  Noooo, I like Shobe here with us.

Mama Bear:  Why?

E Bear:  (changes topic, asks something about the TV show)

At this point, Papa Bear came in

Papa Bear:  Do you love Shobe?

E Bear:  YES!!!  (Emphatic and definite!)

E Bear may have difficulty expressing himself, but there is no doubt in our minds that he definitely loves his baby sister.

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Meanwhile, R Bear is starting to talk up a storm.  The other night, she started saying Good night, Mommy; Good night, Daddy and Good night, Ahia.