When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies,
“Aw, hell, Mum, 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 with every step…
His mum locks him in his room and shouts,
“You can stay there until I let you out”…
She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old and asks with a stern voice,
“what do YOU want for breakfast, young man”…?
“I don’t know,” he blubbers,
“but you can bet your fat a$$ it won’t be Cheerios”…
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