A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are raking the yard. The
6-year-old asks, "You know what? I think it's about time
we started learning to cuss."

The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.

The 6-year-old continues, "When we go in for breakfast, I'm
gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something with

The 4-year-old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the 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."


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 ass it
won't be Cheerios!"