A visitor

This morning, the doorbell rang.  I went to see who it was.  There was a beary big bear at the door, as big as Uncle Tibbs.

"Uh, hello?" I said.

"Hello there, sweetie!  I'm looking for Arthur.  Does he live here?"  She was wearing a hat.

I thought for a moment.  "Hmm... I'm sorry but there is no one here named Arthur."

"Are you sure, honeybuns?  I'm pretty sure this is the right address."

"Sorry, there is no one here named Arthur, bear or non-bear," I said.

"Well," she said, "My name is Mrs. Daisy Elizabeth Anne Tibbs and I'm Arthur Tibbs' mother.  I'm here to visit him."

"Ajdin, who's at the door?" Uncle Tibbs asked, as he walked by.  "MOM???"

Now I was confused.  "ARTHUR???" I asked.

"Oh, Little Artie doesn't like to be called Arthur but that's his name alright," Mrs. Tibbs explained.

"Yes yes, my full name is Arthur Tibbs," Uncle Tibbs said to me, rolling his eyes.

"And you must be his friend Ajdin that he tells me about so much."  Mrs. Tibbs pinched my cheeks and gave me a caramelized salmon candy from her purse.  I liked her beary much already.

Big bear hugs were exchanged, and I, as a little bear, made sure to get out of the way.

"Oh Artie, you've gotten so thin!  I'll need to fatten you up with some fishcakes and honey pies, fish and grits, fried fish..."  She went into the kitchen and began cooking up a storm.

Fishcakes?  Honey pies?  I'm beary much looking forward to Momma Tibbs' cooking.

Uncle Tibbs and his mom look beary similar don't they?