Mr. Bear

Tuesday afternoon, my mom got a phone call from her 5-year old grand-daughter (my niece).

Mom said hello. Without any preamble or introduction, Niece said, "Dwah-mah, do you have inny bwown fuh?"

Mom quickly translated in her head (gramma, do you have any brown fur?), and asked, "What happened, Honey?"

"Mr. Bear got too close to the fire and his foot melted."

Wednesday, my mom got to perform semi-emergency surgery on Mr. Bear.

The best part? All during that phone call, Mom could hear Niece's little 2-year old brother in the background. He was saying, "Ha-ot! Ha-ot! Ha-ot!"

Poor Mr. Bear.