A seven-year-old boy and his four-year-old brother
were upstairs in their
bedroom. "You know what?" said the seven year old.
"I think it's about time we start swearing."
The four year old nodded his head in approval.
"When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna
say hell, and you say
ass, okay?" The four year old agreed with enthusiasm.
The mother walked into the kitchen and asked the
seven year old what
he wanted for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess
I'll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across
the floor, got up and
ran upstairs crying his eyes out. The mother looked
at the four year old
and asked with a stern voice, "And what do you
want for breakfast, young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbered, "but you can bet
your ass it won't be Cheerios."