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A 7 year old boy and a 5 year old boy are upstairs in their bedroom and I over hear them talking "You know what?" says the 7 year old. " I think it's about
time we started cussing."
The 5 year old nods his head in approval.
The 7 year old continues, "When we go downstairs to >breakfast,
I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something
with 'ass'.
The 5 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 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 my wife
mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
my wife 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 5 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."
time we started cussing."
The 5 year old nods his head in approval.
The 7 year old continues, "When we go downstairs to >breakfast,
I'm gonna say something with 'hell' and you say something
with 'ass'.
The 5 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 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 my wife
mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step.
my wife 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 5 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."
