LOL, a good friend of mine sent this to me, so I thought I'd share.A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning....
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 myporridge?' he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. Helooks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating myporridge?!?' he roars.
Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchenand yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go throughthis with you idiots?
It was Mummy Bear who got up first.
It was MummyBear who woke everyone in the house.
It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee.
It was Mummy Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last nightand 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 airto 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 littertray, gave them their food, and refilled their water.
And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairsand 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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