It's a sunny morning in the big forest and the Bear family is just waking up.

Baby Bear 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.

Daddy Bear arrives at 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.

Mommy Bear puts her head through the serving window from the kitchen and screams, "For Heaven's sake, how many times do we have to go through this? I haven't made the damn porridge yet!"

LOL...sounds like my house lately. The older kids have been coming just to eat...it's like a diner around here...lol.

I made a chicken casserole that didn't turn out the greatest and the older niece, Stephaine was complaining....

Ummmm...you COULD go home and see what they are having for dinner...maybe you would like it better?

Sounds like you need to put up a help wanted sign in the kitchen.

I use to love to cook...not so much any more. The boss is in the kitchen more than I am now. I like that.