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."

The mother whacks him aside the head.

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 and 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 ass it
won't be Cheerios."