Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his little chair at the table. He
looks into his little bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my
porridge?!!" he squeaks.

Daddy Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He looks into
his big bowl and 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: "How many times do I have to go through this with you idiots? It
was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke everyone in
the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear who
unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away. It was
Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the
newspaper. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table. It was Mummy Bear
who put the friggin' cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the
cat's water and food dish. And now that you've decided to drag your
sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace Mummy Bear's kitchen with your
grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only gonna say this one more
time...

I HAVEN'T MADE THE F#%*ING PORRIDGE YET!!!!"

mummy bear sounds like my mummy ...loved it mercedes