>A six year old and a four year old were upstairs in their bedroom.
>
>
>
>"You know what?" says the six year old. "I think it's about time we
>started
>cussing." The four year old nods his head in approval.
>
>The six year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm
>gonna
>say something with hell and you say something with @ss."
>
>The four year old agrees with enthusiasm.
>
>When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the six year old what he
>wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have
>Cheerios."
>
>WHACK! He flies out of his chair and 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 in there until I let you out!"
>
>She then comes back downstairs, looks at the four year old and asks him
>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 @ss it won't be
>Cheerios!"
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