Baby bear goes downstairs, sits  in his small chair at the
table.

He looks into his small bowl.  It is empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?' he squeaks.  

Daddy Bear arrives at the big  table and sits in his big
chair. He looks into his big bowl and it  is also empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?!?' he roars.  

Mummy Bear puts her head  through the serving hatch from the
kitchen and yells, 'For God's  sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots?  It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It wasMummy Bear who woke  everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was  Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put  everything away. It was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.

'It was Mummy Bear who walked  the bloody dog, cleaned the
cat's litter tray, gave them their food,  and refilled their water.

'And now that you've decided to  drag your sorry bear-asses
downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your  grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm only going to say  this once....


'I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING  PORRIDGE YET  


Oh how true!!!!