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 hell and you say something with a**." 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, hell, 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 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 fat a** it won't be
Cheerios!"
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 hell and you say something with a**." 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, hell, 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 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 fat a** it won't be
Cheerios!"
