Know what?" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we started
cussing."
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.
The 6-year-old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm
gonna say 'h###' and you say 'a##'."
"OK," the 4-year-old agrees, with enthusiasm.
When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old
What he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, h###, Mom, I guess I'll
Have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor,
gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in
hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in
his room and shouts, "You can just stay there until I let you out!"
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and asks
With a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "but you can bet your sweet a## it
won't be Cheerios!"
