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 start cussing."
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The 6-year-old
continues. "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going
to say 'hell' and you say 'ass.'"
"OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old
what he wants for breakfast.
"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 every step.
The mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just stay there
till 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
it won't be Cheerios."
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