>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 & >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 fat ass it won't be Cheerios."