Bears fled the shelf. One hunkered down in the egg compartment of the fridge. Gary said, “Where would Ellen put the other bears? She’s lazy. I bet they’re in the freezer. And they were. They’re polar bears.”
When I noticed only three bears made it back to the shelf, I nabbed those bears and hid them. Just three bears. The other four, I looked for. For two days. Every time I went in the living room I glanced around for the bears. Never saw them.
Until tonight, when he said, “Huh. Wonder where the bears are,” and glanced oh so slightly upward. There they were at the tops of every picture frame in the living room.
There are no rules now. One of us may end up dead.
7 responses to “Bears Are Everywhere”
Yes, you’re playing a long game here. But what fun! Now the bears have broken away from the ledge, there are no limits: shoes, pants pockets, lunch boxes, microwave… Good fun!
This is just like “War of the Roses.”
it’s like when I would hide the baby jesus from the nativity set. yah never know where they will be hiding!!wwahhaahaaahhahaaa!!!!
You guys crack me up 🙂
They’d look really cute stuffed in the artfully discarded toilet paper rolls. Heads out, of course.
(No ‘of course’ about it, Hot Mom – you’re forgetting who we’re dealing with here. My money’s on bottoms up.)
Big Dot – Oh, as if Gary ever used the microwave.Becs – Love that movie – we took a little poll at work and found people with divorced parents found that movie hysterical, others, not so much.Mrs Hall – MWah. Was Jesus ever in the egg container in the fridge?.75 – If only I could sneak into your house and put a bear in your sock drawer.Hot Mom – Yep, first place I put one, first place he looked, only one he’s found.Big Dot – Nope, Arms up, just like that boy who was rescued in Haiti.