A  far more accurate account of the events of that fateful  morning......  

Baby  bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the  table,
and he looks  into his small bowl. It's 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's 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 we have to go  
through  this with you idiots?

It was Mummy Bear who got up  first.  
It  was Mummy 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 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 put the bloody cats out, cleaned the
litter boxes,  gave the cats 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!!!

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