The Three Bears

Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table, and 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 looked into his big bowl and it is also empty.

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

Mum my 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 Mum my Bear who got up first.

It was Mum my Bear who woke everyone in the house It was Mum my Bear who made the coffee.

It was Mum my Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away.

It was Mum my Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and croissants.

It was Mum my Bear who set the damn table.

It was Mum my Bear who put the bloody cats out, cleaned out the litter boxes, put out 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!!!"

typical woman in the morning Rob got up with the hump and bears breath

I might be wrong Geoff but someone might be in trouble

its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hehe

That's no porridge for you for a week Geoff

so long as its only porrige Jan hehexxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Nae bad..... she's prob only go and spoil the porrige with sugar anyway