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Surprise, indeed, since it was not my birthday. The Bear is my kind of guy because he enjoys celebrating birthdays regardless of the day.
Friday, I'm sitting on the couch.:
The Bear: Mama, close your eyes. I hava s'prise for you.
MamaBee: Okay, mister.
{I close my eyes but sneak a peak of TB going around the corner and secretly preparing something invisible. Mind you, I have been directed to close my eyes, yet this secret preparation ensues. TB walks towards me with hands cupped and a smile to melt any mother's heart. I'm still pretending my eyes are shut.}
The Bear: Open your eyes, mama. Happy Birthday to you.... {sings whole song}. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. {claps a bunch as if it is part of his song and counting to 8}. S'prise, Mama! Happy Birthday! Here are some flowers I made for you. They are paper.
{He hands me his pretend paper flowers}
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