"You know what?" says the 7 year old, "I think it's about time we
started swearing."
The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
"When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm going to swear first, then
you swear after me, OK?"
"OK" the 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants
for breakfast. "Oh, sh1t mom, I guess I'll have some Coco Pops."
WHACK!! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor,
gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out.
She 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 it won't be wombles Coco Pops."
