The warmth of the sun shining through their bedroom windows has been strong enough to wake everyone from their slumbers.
Baby Bear crawls out of bed, goes to the bathroom, then he goes downstairs and 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.
A few minutes later, Daddy Bear rolls out of bed, goes to the bathroom and then goes downstairs.
He walks over to the table and sits in his big chair.
He looks into his big bowl. 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 Pete’s sake, how many times do we have to go through this? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everybody else in the house up. It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Bear who went out into the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper. It was Mummy Bear who set the table. It was Mummy Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box and filled the cat’s water & food dish. And now that you’ve decided to come down stairs and grace me with your presence…. listen good because I’m only going to say this one more time… I haven’t made the !@#$% porridge yet!!”
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