A six-year-old and a four-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the six-year-old. "I think it's about time we started cussing." The four-year-old nods his head in approval. The six-year-old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say something with hell and you say something with ***." The four-year-old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the six-year-old what he wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerio's."

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 stay there until I let you out!"

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the four-year-old and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"

"I don't know,"

blubbers, "but you can bet your fat *** it won't be Cheerios."

 

hahaha thats was pretty good. I hope I'm in the kitchen when my kids do something like that.... So that I can give some smart *** answer to my wife after she chases the four-year-old upstairs too

 

eeeeexcellent!