My grandson, Mcclellan, brought a stuffed bear with him when he came to visit. I asked him what the bear's name was. He said, "Michael." His daddy said that the bear really didn't have a name. Mcclellan replied, "Michael Matthew (his daddy), Michael Mcclellan (his name), Michael Bear." I can't find a thing wrong with his logic. Pretty smart toddler, if I do say so myself.
There was an unamed bear in my toybox. He was playing with the two bears together. I asked if no-name bear had a name. He said, "Mary, Beary, Bear." So now my bear has a name, too. Thank you, Mcclellan.
Maybe we should have a christening?
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- I'm a grandmother in my fifties, who likes to travel in an old RV. I started blogging in April of 2008 to chronical a month long trip I took in the motorhome to volunteer with Habitat for Humanity. I lost my best friend and husband to cancer in 2005. I began working with the Care-a-vanner's the following summer. I've met some wonderful people, made new friends, visited new places and helped to build 10 houses. I find it difficult to be idle, so when I'm home I volunteer at church, spend time with my grandchildren and work partime for a brokerage firm.
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5 comments:
Pretty smart little boy. The names sound perfect to me.
Have a Blessed Sunday
Molly
I like his way of thinking - it makes remembering the names very easy!!!
That is so darn cute. When I was very small, my parents bought me a teddy bear while we were visiting a city in Canada which was named Victoria after Queen Victoria. However, I didn't know that and named my teddy (who in my mind was and still is a boy) "Victoria." I still have Victoria who is now nearly 60 years old just like me.
How uttrely cute! ;-)
Too cute! Makes sense to me!
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