‘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, so the 7 year old says, ‘When we go downstairs for breakfast I’m gonna 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, shit mum, I don’t know, I suppose I’ll have some Coco Pops’
He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out.
She looked at the 4 year old and asked with a stern voice,
‘ And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?’
‘I don’t know,’ he blubbers,
‘but it won’t be f#*king Coco Pops’