Cheerios Not
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 gonna 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.”