A polar bear was taking his son Christmas shopping. All of a sudden, the little bear looks up; ‘Am I a polar bear, Dad?’
‘You bet your life, Son,’ the big bear said proudly, ‘polar bear through and through, you are.’
Thirty seconds later, the little bear chirps up again: ‘About me being a polar bear, Dad. Are you sure?’
‘Of course I’m sure. You’re a bit too young for a chat about the penguins and bees, but your Mum’s a polar bear and she gave birth to you. I know. I was there.’
‘Oh, right.’
After walking a few yards in silence, the little bear stopped. ‘Dad, are you sure … I mean really, really sure I’m a polar bear?’
‘Listen, Son, as much as I love you, you’re starting to get on my nerves. Why on Earth d’you keep asking me if you’re a polar bear?’
The little bear screwed up his furry face; ‘’Cause I’m f*ckin’ freezin’, Dad.’