Boo Boo Bear Quotes

Everyone at school seems to go by a nickname. Kat, Frosty, Bronx, Boo Bear, Jelly Bean, Freckles.

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I knew Dad was concerned about my past associations. I was from the Trash Alley. It was my community. I hung out with thugs from the Frog Bottom, the Burns Bottoms, the Red Line, the S-Curve, the Sandfield, the Morning Side, and a bunch of other places that shall remain nameless. I knew all of the “Legends of the Hood”: Sin Man, Swap, Boo Boo, Emp-Man, Cookie Man, Shank, Polar Bear, Bae Willy, Bae Bruh, Skullhead Ned, Pimp, Crunch, and Goat Turd (just to name a few). I thought maybe Dad had summoned me as a “show and tell” for the kids in his neighborhood—the hardliner to scare those wayward suburban brats back into reality.

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The last time we saw you, you had that teddy bear permanently attached to your side, didn’t you? What was his name again? Mr. Boo? Mr. Boony?” Megan turned purple as the boys snickered. This was not happening. This could not be happening. Her teddy bear? “John,” Regina said in a warning tone. “I don’t really…remember,” Megan lied. Everyone was staring at her. “Oh yes, you do! You wouldn’t put that thing down for the world!” John’s voice boomed. “Mr. Binky? Mr.--” “Mr. Boogie,” she said. The laughter was deafening. “Yes! Mr. Boogie! I remember because you kept making him kiss me,” John said gleefully. “You still have that thing?” “Um…no,” Megan lied. Mr. Boogie was tucked snugly at the bottom of her suitcase.

real one. I have to tell you it is AWESOME! This is my story of how I came to have a little red monster friend called Boris…. My name is Bob, my friends always call me Bobby. Mom and Dad call me Bob when I’m in trouble, and Mom calls me Boo Boo Bear at home. This is really annoying and embarrassing, especially when my friends are around. After all, I’m in Grade 4 now, I’m almost a teenager! Dad is a teacher at my school. His name is Mr. Campbell and the kids all really like him, except for Jack. Jack is a bully! Jack is not nice! And Jack gives me a hard time!

Thanks Mom, but I don’t think it will work,” I said hunching my shoulders and not looking forward to tonight. Mom told me it had special powers, very strong magical powers. “I’m sure it will work Boo Boo Bear (I wish she would stop calling me that), let’s just give it a try.” That night she tucked me into bed, read me a story, and told me to ask the dream catcher to catch the scary dreams. Then she switched off the light and left me all alone. I closed my eyes and repeated in my head, “Dreamcatcher please work, dreamcatcher please work….” And soon I fell asleep. I heard a high-pitched creepy noise, it sounded like fingernails scraping down a blackboard. A dragon’s claw started to slide out

She says he has big teeth, even bigger than Boo Bear’s.” They stared at Montgomery. Finally Simon said, “Boo Bear doesn’t have any teeth, so everyone has bigger teeth.

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Boo Bear, I don’t want to pretend like you don’t exist. Is that what you’re doing? Pretending that I don’t exist?   She took a moment to ponder this, turning over unto her back and staring at the ceiling. I wish I could.

Mother Mary wants to draft two more kids,” Astrid told Sam. “Okay. Approved.” “Dahra says we’re running low on kids’ Tylenol and kids’ Advil, she wants to make sure it’s okay to start giving them split adult pills.” Sam spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “What?” “We’re running low on kid pills, Dahra wants to split adult pills.” Sam rocked back in the leather chair designed for a grown man. “Okay. Whatever. Approved.” He took a sip of water from a bottle. The wrapper on the bottle said “Dasani” but it was tap water. The dishes from dinner—horrible homemade split-pea soup that smelled burned, and a quarter cabbage each—had been pushed aside onto the sideboard where in the old days the mayor of Perdido Beach had kept framed pictures of his family. It was one of the better meals Sam had had lately. The fresh cabbage tasted surprisingly good. There was little more than smears on the plates: the era of kids not eating everything was over. Astrid puffed out her cheeks and sighed. “Kids are asking why Lana isn’t around when they need her.” “I can only ask Lana to heal big things. I can’t demand she be around 24/7 to handle every boo-boo.” Astrid looked at the list she had compiled on her laptop. “Actually, I think this involved a stubbed toe that ‘hurted.’” “How much more is on the list?” Sam asked. “Three hundred and five items,” Astrid said. When Sam’s face went pale, she relented. “Okay, it’s actually just thirty-two. Now, don’t you feel relieved it’s not really three hundred?” “This is crazy,” Sam said. “Next up: the Judsons and the McHanrahans are fighting because they share a dog, so both families are feeding her—they still have a big bag of dry dog food—but the Judsons are calling her Sweetie and the McHanrahans are calling her BooBoo.” “You’re kidding.” “I’m not kidding,” Astrid said. “What is that noise?” Sam demanded. Astrid shrugged. “I guess someone has their stereo cranked up.” “This is not going to work, Astrid.” “The music?” “This. This thing where every day I have a hundred stupid questions I have to decide. Like I’m everyone’s parent now. I’m sitting here listening to how little kids are complaining because their older sisters make them take a bath, and stepping into fights over who owns which Build-A-Bear outfit, and now over dog names. Dog names?” “They’re all still just little kids,” Astrid said. “Some of these kids are developing powers that scare me,” Sam grumbled. “But they can’t decide who gets to have which special towel? Or whether to watch The Little Mermaid or Shrek Three?” “No,” Astrid said. “They can’t. They need a parent. That’s you.

Edwards, who certainly did not lack for worldliness and even cynicism, was unsettled by the degree of rancor Duke could inspire. At a debate in front of the state convention of the American Association of Retired Persons, Edwards discovered how deep the Duke appeal went. Edwards promised improvements in services for seniors; the crowd wasn’t interested, but they gnashed at Duke’s red meat about the illegitimate birth rate and the welfare underclass. Edwards tried to appeal to facts: “A welfare mother only receives an extra $11 a week with each extra child she bears. Can you see a woman sitting around the kitchen table scheming to get pregnant to get another $11 a week?” The crowd shouted back, “Yes!” Edwards protested: “He’s appealing to your base emotions. Who is going to be next? The disabled? The old? You better think about it.” He was drowned out by boos. The Louisiana AARP endorsed Duke.

Mortified at the sudden idea of someone bearing witness to my lunacy, I diverted my gaze to the sidewalk and pretended to be looking for something on the ground. Once I’d found the imaginary object, I scooped it up, slipped it into my pocket, and carried on toward the house as if all was well. What a kook I could be.

Boo tried to see Simi. She suggested coffee, dinner, drinks, chill at mine or at yours – but Simi had retreated into her shell. Boo knew she regretted telling her about Martin. Simi couldn’t bear it when people weren’t dazzled by how wonderful her life was; she despised sympathy.