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 we have to go through this with you idiots? 

"It was Momma Bear who got up first, and 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, and it was Momma Bear who set the table.

"It was Momma Bear who put out the cat, cleaned the litter box, 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 DAM PORRIDGE YET!"