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 their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the
6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies,
"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 with every step. His
mom locks him in his room and shouts, "You can just
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"
... but kids aren't that bad 
