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.