Mudder made me my breakfast but forgot to say the magic word that means I can eat it, and went for a shower instead! By the time she came downstairs I was drowning in a pool of drool, but I was a good boy and hadn't touched my bowl.
Then Farter made his Weetabix and left it on the worktop to soak before heading off for his shower. When he came down his bowl was empty. Mm I wonder why?
I do enjoy breakfast in bed.