From my inbox...

Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he

looks into his small bowl.

It's empty.

"Who's been eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the 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.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and

yells,

"How many times do I have to go through this with y'all?

It was Momma Bear who got up first,

it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house,

it was Momma Bear who made the coffee,

it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put

everything away,

it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the

newspaper,

it was Momma Bear who set the darn table,

it was Momma Bear who put the silly cat out, cleaned the litterbox, and

filled the cat's water and food dish,

and now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-butts downstairs,

and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence,

listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time :

"I HAVEN'T MADE THE  stupid  PORRIDGE YET !!