THE RIGHT AGE FOR CUSSING
> >
> >
> > The right age for cussing...
> >
> > A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom.
> >
> > "You know what" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we
> start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The
6-year-old
> continues.
> >
> > "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say "hell" and
> you say "ass." "OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
> >
> > When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-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 his mother
> in hot
> >
> > pursuit, slapping his rear every step.
> >
> > The Mom locks him in his room & shouts "You can just stay there
> till I let you out!"
> >
> >
> > She then comes back downstairs, 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 you can bet your fat ass it
> won't be Cheerios"
> >
> >
> > The right age for cussing...
> >
> > A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom.
> >
> > "You know what" says the 6-year-old. "I think it's about time we
> start cussing." The 4-year-old nods his head in approval. The
6-year-old
> continues.
> >
> > "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm gonna say "hell" and
> you say "ass." "OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
> >
> > When their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-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 his mother
> in hot
> >
> > pursuit, slapping his rear every step.
> >
> > The Mom locks him in his room & shouts "You can just stay there
> till I let you out!"
> >
> >
> > She then comes back downstairs, 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 you can bet your fat ass it
> won't be Cheerios"
