A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.
"You 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 something with damn and you say something
with ass."
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,
"Well Mom, I think I'll have some of those damn 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 ass I don't want any of those damn Cheerios."
"You 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 something with damn and you say something
with ass."
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,
"Well Mom, I think I'll have some of those damn 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 ass I don't want any of those damn Cheerios."