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 ass." 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! g! uess 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 ass
it won't be Cheerios."

Too funny.