A five year old and a four year old are

upstairs in their bedroom.

"You know what?" says the five year old,

"I think it's about time we start swearing.

The four year old nods his head in approval.

"When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say

"hell" and you say "ass" OK?"

"OK," the four year old agrees with enthusiasm.

The mother walks into the kitchen and asks

the five year old what he wants

for breakfast.

"Aw hell Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."

WHACK! He flew out of his chair,

tumbled across the kitchen floor,

got up and ran upstairs

crying his eyes out.

She looked at the four year old

and asked 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."