An Icebear baby comes to his parents...

An Icebear baby comes to his parents...

An Icebear cub comes to his parents.

"Momma bear, poppa bear, are you sure I am an Icebear?", he asks.

The mother replies: "Sure son, your father is an Icebear, your mother is an Icebear so you are an Icebear"

Next day the cub comes again "are you really sure I am an Icebear?", he asks more urgently. Calmly the mother replies: "You have white fur and live on the northpole so yes, we are sure you are an Icebear".

On the third day the cub comes again.

This time really whiny: "Are you really, really, really sure I am an Icebear?"

Annoyed the mother replies:"Son, why are you asking that all the time?"

"Because I'm cold"